Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Wordless Wednesday


Yours sincerely,
Anonymous (in case Santa's watching)

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

The Outtakes

Hello, everyone.  It's me, Cammie.  Do you remember a while ago, Maggie showed you a photo of us on the front porch?  We were wearing bows and posing (or not) for a photo?  Right.  We thought today would be a good day to show you more about how that photo shoot went.

Mom worked really hard affixing bows to our collars.  I must say, neither one of us was thrilled with that BUT it meant we didn't have to wear anything on our heads!  AND Mom had treats.  Hey.  We're food-motivated.  I freely admit that.  (Also, Santa was watching.)  OK, once she got us to leave the bows alone, she hooked us up to the front door, then backed up for photos.  It went something like this ...

"I am not thrilled with the whole 'bow' thing, Mom."
"Stop pouting, Maggie. Santa's watching."

"Oh, yeah?  I don't see him ..."
"I can't even look."

"What?  Is he over in the bushes?"
"Maybe if I look cute and coy, he'll ignore someone who's misbehaving..."

Anyway, I finally convinced Mags to face front a bit and ...

"Oooh, look, Cam!  A new wreath!"
"Mom, you might try being a BIT more forthcoming with those treats!"

Mom took the hint and reached into her pocket ...

"Wait.  Mom.  You still have treats?"
"Can we please get the show on the road?"

I mean, come on. I had places to go, people to see. Or people I didn't want to see me with a bow around my neck ... but whatever. Mom came in for a close-up.

"I'm ready for my close-up."
"Whatever.  This is getting old."

Seriously. What could top that?  Oh.  Right.  Getting the Christmas trees and wreath in the shot, too.  Try again, Mom.

"I feel a pout coming back on."
"I am so ready to ditch this bow ... "

We did let her get the money shot - eventually.  We'll post that one on Christmas.  There may be another outtake or two in the works, too.

Are all of you forced into doing Christmas photo shoots, too?


Monday, December 15, 2014


Hello, everyone!  It's me, Cammie!  We had some mighty nice, albeit damp, weather over the weekend, so in addition to lots of walks and playtime, Maggie and I also hung out on the deck with Mom for a while.

"Look!  The neighbors are out!"

I'm only allowed to have this toy when Mom supervises me - rope can spell big trouble if you rip it apart and swallow it. I wouldn't dream of doing that. Maggie, on the other hand ... let's just say she isn't allowed time with this toy unless she's playing Fetch!

What did you do over the weekend?


Sunday, December 14, 2014

Most Serene Sunday EVER!

Greetings to all!  It's me, Mags.  Remember yesterday when I was wishing someone would box with me?  Well, my dream has come true!  Check out who got into my new box!!!

"Oh, Dad.  Not you, too ..."
"Now get them to sit beside me..."
"See that, down by Dad's feety-feet?  PLENTY of room!"

"Save yourself, Dad!"
"Nah!  This is great, Cam!  Are you two going to sit?"
"Hang on, Dad!  Here I come!"

I scoped it out and then ... BOOM!

"Oh.  My.  Stars."
"Catch me, Dad!"

It was GREAT!  And really quite roomy!

"Cammie, you should jump on in and join us!  Really!"
"I said 'beside me', Mags!"
"I ... um ... need to go stand Guard Duty.  Yeah, that's it.  Duty calls."

Cammie has such a strong work ethic, doesn't she?  And such dedication to duty!

"Well, if you get off early, come join us!  Dad and I will be in here, boxing!"
"I may have lost all feeling in my legs ..."

WOW, was that the most fun I've ever had boxing!  I was going to save those photos for Boxing Day itself, but I'm hoping for more boxes for the big celebration!  I hope these photos made you as serene as they did me!!!

Yours sincerely,
Margaret Thatcher

Saturday, December 13, 2014

Best. One. Yet!

Greetings to all!  It's me, Maggie.  Yes, you read that right!  Best.  One.  Yet!  At least since ... the last one we got.  Let me get to it!

Mom got home the other day and Cam and I thought it odd that she pulled into the garage, then went over to the front door.  She seemed to be dragging something heavy into the house.  We did our best to  supervise  help.

"Careful, Mom.  Precious cargo!"
"Good job, Mom!"

It was exactly what we'd been hoping for -- our food! See... our local places seem to not be carrying our kind of food lately, so Mom did something even better -- ordered it over the internet. Why is that better? Are you kidding me?!!?  They ship it in ... A BOX!!!

"All that food ... and a BOX, too!"

I sized it up for a moment, then ...

"Ready to launch in 3 ... 2 ... 1 ..."


"This is a seriously cool box, Mom!  Roomy, too!"

There was room enough in there for TWO!

"Oh.... CAMMIE!!!  C'mon, Mom.  Call her!"

Mom called Cam in, but she wasn't interested in boxing with me.

"I totally  this box!  Best.  One.  Yet!!!"
"This is as close as I'm getting."

I'll get someone to join me in my new box ... I just know it!!!

Yours sincerely,
Margaret Thatcher

Friday, December 12, 2014

Birding Expert

Greetings to all!  It's me, Maggie!  Sometimes, in the afternoons, Mom likes to jump in the car and go to the lake or just take a little drive to look for birdies.  I'm getting really good at riding in the car, and sometimes (for reasons totally unknown to me) Cammie likes to take a little break for some "alone time", so sometimes I get to go birding with Mom!  I'm learning to stay calm and quiet, not to pull on the leash if we get out of the car, and how to spot "special" birdies.  The other day, for instance, we headed out to go birding ...

My serious "birding" face.  Note how focused I am!

It's important to stay focused and calm.  And to help keep me calm, Mom cranks up the radio on a classic rock station.  I love classic rock:  Led Zeppelin, Eric Clapton, Aerosmith, etc.  Anyway, I spotted a little bluebird:

Eastern Bluebird

Mom saw me staring right at him. She's starting to understand that I know my birds ... but sometimes she doubts me.  For example ...

A few days after I spotted the bluebird, we were out again. I signaled that I saw a birdie! Mom looked quickly and said, "Nah, Mags. It's just a crow."  Umm... no.  I did this:

"How could you doubt me, Mom?  Look again!!!"

Seriously. She needs to trust me! Here's what I saw:

Not a crow.

Harlan's Red Tailed Hawk

Did I mention Mom has never seen a Harlan's Red Tail before?  That it was a "first sighting"?  That, if not for me, she would have just blown right past it?

"Who's the expert birder, Mom?"

"Just a crow."  HA roo roo roo.  She'll never say that again!

Yours sincerely,
Margaret Thatcher

Thursday, December 11, 2014

Who's Up For Another Round?

Hello, everyone!  It's me, Cam.  I'm here with Mags and we were just wondering if anyone out there was up for a round of Crazed River Otter Games?

"Yeah, Cam.  I could go another round.  Or twelve."
"Me, too, Mags!"

Just drop on by.  We'll be ready!