homosassa

Life in Homosassa, Florida

Dogs in the Hood

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Took our normal bike ride to MacRae’s the other morning and played with all the pooches.  On the way back I spotted these adorable little bundles of chaos!

Dogs in the Hood
Clark and Lois

These cuties are part Jack Russell and part Beagle and brother and sister.  How much fun is it going to be raising them?

Dogs in the Hood
Lois
Dogs in the Hood
Clark

A puppy can’t get much cuter than these two.  Well, Maggie was pretty cute.  Here she is helping me with my website back in 2000.

Dogs in the Hood
Maggie Mayhem

Maggie was a funny little puppy that liked to amuse us at that age.  She liked to stalk her stuffed toys and shake the stuffing out of them.  She also chewed all the corners off of our bathroom cabinets, enjoyed pulling the threads out of our berber carpeting throughout the entire house, and one day shredded 12 rolls of toilet paper.  Funny little puppy.

Looking forward to seeing Lois and Clark in the future and hearing about their exploits.

And here’s Mingo, getting bigger, but not quite growing into those ears yet!

Dogs in the Hood

Not a puppy, but Bacca is still cute.

Dogs in the Hood

I read once that if you have a fat dog, you aren’t getting enough exercise.  Well, some consider Maggie a chunky monkey (we like to say that she’s buff).   She walks two miles with us every other day.  On bike days, she doesn’t just ride in the bike basket–she always starts and ends our bike rides with a run.

Dogs in the Hood

Dogs in the Hood
Maggie, worn out and ready to take her 6 hour nap!

Maggie’s almost 13 and still going strong.  And still amusing us.

 

 

Cocktail Cruise

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Off on a cocktail cruise

Cocktail Cruise
First pooch to greet us on our way out.
Cocktail Cruise
Ethel doesn’t even bark at us anymore. She must know that I’ve been putting her pics on the Internet and now she just poses!
Cocktail Cruise
Oh, Look! A new house on the market. Had to look it up when I got home. You can have this beautiful piece of property for $299,000. Really. This is a great piece of land. Right at the corner of Mason Creek and Battle Creek. Lovely.
Cocktail Cruise
Didn’t bring the telephoto lens on this cruise, but if you look closely, the Island Dogs have a new little black dog for a pet. Or a hostage. Or a snack.
Cocktail Cruise
And here’s Maggie. When we turn around to head back home, she always jumps down and shows us the way.
Cocktail Cruise
On the way back we spotted a few birds. Here’s an osprey. Should have brought the telephoto lens!
Cocktail Cruise
This is the bridge we go under to get home. Bimini top and fishing poles must be down!
Cocktail Cruise
And a great blue heron
Cocktail Cruise
Diesel is waiting for us just on the other side of the bridge.  “Did you have fun?  Did you see any other dogs?  Did you catch any fish?  Will you take me with you next time? I won’t bark, I’m a good dog”
Cocktail Cruise
Our poor palms have almost all lost their heads. When we moved here 9 years ago, they were all firmly attached. Now only birds sit where fronds previously grew.

Al-La-Palooza

Home again!

Maggie’s Big Back Yard

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I totally missed the Homosassa River Raft Race on Saturday.   We intended to go–what could be more fun than watching a bunch of drunks in boats throwing water balloons and shooting water cannons at one another? Awesome fun.  Seriously, we are faithful attendees of all things Old Homosassa.  So you know it was important stuff that distracted us from the race.

Yeah, we were working in the yard.  And how boring is that?  But it had to be done.  Hey, we have a wedding here in less than four weeks!  Zowie!

We had one last overgrown corner in our back yard.  There was a small boat parked there and a bunch of firewood.  Which was nice and neat at first, but in typical Florida style, the jungle crept out and consumed the area.

After Terry and I got the boat moved out, it was my job to pick up all the firewood and move the stash to the firepit.  Some of the old wood was pretty nasty.  Lots of ants but no snakes or scorpians.  Terry attacked the palmetto bushes and their roots with a hatchet and shovel.  15 bags of dirt, a rake, and we have reclaimed this wee corner to civilization.  And as soon as hurricane season passes, we’ll be following up with many bags of mulch.  (Mulch has a tendancy to float away to the neighbor’s yards during our active storm season)

Here’s a pic from 9 years ago–June 2003–right before we bought the house.

Perfect

And here’s a pic of Terry thinking, “What have we gotten ourselves into?”

Almost Perfect

But we perservered and have turned the house and yard around.  With lots of hard work, scratches, bruises and sore muscles over the last 9 years.   It’s our Perfect.

Maggie's Big Back Yard