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<span> </span><div><br /></div><div><span> </span><span>Here is a</span><span> small fishing village called Kegaska! Most of the people here speak English, but French and Innu are more common as you continue further North. </span><br /></div><br />
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<div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>You find a </span><span>shipwreck on the shore. It is lonely here- something stirs deep inside, but you can not explain.</span></div><div><br /></div><br />
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<span> </span><span> There is beautiful </span><span>Bella in the background, docked at Harrington Harbor. Keep her in your sight now! You must watch when the cargo is all unloaded- she can not wait for you! This man has come on the ship. You see, he was once the pilot who delivered supplies to these communities by air back in the 1950's! These were the days before the cargo ship. He has come to see his old route (by ship now) one last time. He recalls and reminisces of those people he held so dear in these strange lands. He tells you about an Innu man who always asked him to bring Kentucky fried chicken. The Pilot did not find this man, and for the rest of the trip he had a far away look. You are humbled by these stories of a place and people lost in time.</span></div><div><br />
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<div><br /></div><div><span>There are no roads on these isolated communities. Instead, residents age 8 to 88 drive four-wheelers around the rocky islands. When the ship comes to drop off supplies, the four wheelers appear as if ants running down a hill- little black dots against the white tendrils of snow, making their way down to meet the ship!</span><br /></div><br />
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<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The passage way between the rock formations is very narrow. It is terrifying as you will see <a href=" https://www.youtube.com/shorts/thBJvnbdm4A"> </a><a href=" https://www.youtube.com/shorts/thBJvnbdm4A">here!</a> You believe for a moment the ship will smash into this rock wall, you brace for the impact! </div><div>And look, there is a baby iceberg bobbing along in front of this little home on a rock island. What do you think it must be like to live here?</div><div><br /></div><br />
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<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span> </span><span> </span><span> The channel widens, the sea has turned to ice. POW, BANG, SWISH! The bowels of the ship echo as the vessel rips through those ice sheets.</span><br /></div><br />
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<span> </span><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> This man is named Christian and he has come all the way from France. He speaks a different kind of French, not like the French of Canadians. Christian looks out in awe at the sea of ice. You see, he is chasing icebergs! Yes, and so he will not be returning once the cargo ship reaches her Northern most stop. Instead, he will walk off in Labrador and continue further North. You never hear from Christian again- but you are sure his dream was fulfilled. He would have surely seen the Greenland icebergs that brake off and migrate to the Canadian arctic!</div><div><br /></div><br />
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<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> Look how far North you have come!</div><div><br /></div><br />
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<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span> And this man is a lawyer from New York! He is the only other person on the ship that can speak English and so you are happy to meet him. He is trying to go around the entire world slowly- by boat, train or on foot. He gets off at Labrador, but he does not go North with Christian. Instead, he takes a ship to Newfoundland, and eventually explores Nova Scotia, PEI, and the Maggie Islands seemingly without any concern or concrete plan. The Lawyer is taken in by the allure of isolated communities, and the culture of island people. He seems as a happy child, eyes wide in wonderment, and not much at all like a fast-paced New York Lawyer! </span><br /></div><br />
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<div><br /></div><div>Every stop brings a new kind of cold. The air and the ice and the wind becomes your new world- that is all that there is. There are no distractions, you must face it. Each stop takes you further away from anything familiar, further away from everything you have ever known. And so you shed little layers of yourself, until there is nothing left and no where to go, and you must come face to face with yourself. </div><div><br /></div><br />
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<br />The people who live and work this land will leave you touched. It seems they are only surviving- but there is a resolve about them that lacks the anxieties seen in the modern world today. <br /><br />
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<div><br /></div><div><br /></div>There is a special connection between this cargo ship and the communities she serves. The ship acts as a conduit between these two worlds and the people that live here. At every stop, the Maitre D' will go down into these villages to speak with the locals. He will purchase their fish and shellfish and exchange goods. For dinner that evening, you will have Salmon freshly caught from the Jupiter River, or you may just have a Lobster trapped that day from Natasquan!</div><div><br />
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<div><br /></div><div>Most of the people that live on the lower North Shore live semi-nomadic lives. They move to the coastal waters to fish and trade along the shores in the summer. In the winter they migrate inland, following the rivers and waterways to hunt and cut wood for heating.</div><br />
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<div><br /></div><div><br /></div>It is a happy day when the cargo ship brings supplies from the mainland. The people will meet the ship excitedly and take their goods away on there ATVs. Gasoline, wood, food and other provisions are offloaded. You go down to meet these people - with hand gestures and broken language they will give you the warmest welcome. You may trade your gifts and novelties for some of their carvings and artwork made in their traditional ways.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> <br />
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<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>You are looking for Marguerite's cave. Marguerite de La Rocque was thrown overboard by her father here on the Ilse of Demons. He was angered that she had fallen in love with a deck hand. She survived in a cave somewhere here and gave birth. She fished and hunted and was rescued years later by a fisherman. Eventually she returned to France and became a school mistress. You never find Marguerites cave as the snow is too deep. You resolve someday to come back and find that cave.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br />
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The deer come up to you and you feed them some dates. What a strange island you have found yourself - where the deer roam the streets and where there is a waterfall bigger than Niagara Falls. You will certainly hear the stories of 400 shipwrecks, a one-time chocolate factory, and a ghoul that haunts the island to this day.<br />
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August 2019, this Leo girl turns 47.<br />
And somewhere deep in the Nova Scotia woods you will still find a Lion and a Wolfie...The 'splorin' Wolfieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06058615676057101404noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706791871866176108.post-66450119456518173692018-12-27T11:08:00.000-08:002018-12-27T11:08:22.712-08:002018 glimpses<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Gramps still in his Garden<br />
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Lilly at the Lake<br />
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Lilly at home in Canning Oct 2018 <br />
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Lilly at Medford Beach, Nova Scotia<br />
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The years have gone by. Life changes and nothing changes at all. There is still a girl, a cabin, and a wolfie in the woods. There probably always will be. But it is time to put this chapter to bed and retire this blog. For ten years I have captured my life with these mystical creatures. I love to look back. It makes me smile, laugh, cry...and it tugs the old heartstrings. Life is so short, so precious. I hope you will stop in now and again for a smile or a laugh, I know I will have this here to look back on forever. And now it is time to move forward...<br />
God Bless you All, Peace. <br />
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Hi it's Duke and winter hit hard out of nowhere. We thought we were getting off easy but we got blasted in February and it stormed so much that calves came in the house to stay warm! <br />
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And this little guy escaped from his box--or maybe I helped because I wanted to play.</div>
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The Lake is beautiful and covered with snow!</div>
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We sweep the lake and make a skate rink- can you see me?</div>
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The snow drift are so high and the road to Crick Hollow is long....I wonder can we make it?</div>
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I had fun but this little wolfie is calling it a day! Bye for now, love Dukey!</div>
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Dukey is 1 in the woods</div>
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<br />First time Bride at 50http://www.blogger.com/profile/13539513937881299379noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706791871866176108.post-46776231378693647072016-12-01T08:07:00.001-08:002016-12-01T08:07:49.956-08:00Duke has Grown<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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...and I will be your friend for Life. Love Dukey</div>
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Oh Hi, it is Duke and my very best friend and cousin-Clyde! We love each other so much. I am just 8 months old so he teaches me good behavior- just like a big brother!</div>
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This time of year- late Autumn- everything seems DULL, but also SHARP! Does that make any sense? After all, I am just a young pup and still trying to figure this stuff out!</div>
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We get to the little clearing. We PLAY! And BOY do I LOVE to PLAY!</div>
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The Farmer says it will never snow until all the little ponds and streams are full. I hear it has been a very dry summer. Uh Oh! Maybe I drank too much? Oh well, the levels are rising now, so maybe soon it will be winter. I wonder what winter is, I wonder what snow feels like?</div>
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It is sprinkling a little on our walk. The rain drops dangle on the shrubs. When the sun comes out just a little, the field lights up like a million tiny crystals! </div>
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And when I get to my home, there is a warm bed and a fire. There is always someone there to give me wolfie cuddles, and I am always up for that. Funny how things are, eh? Everything changes, but really, nothing changes at all.... til next time...love DUKEY!</div>
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There is a new Wolfie pup in Middleton and a girl there to love him-and so the story continues...First time Bride at 50http://www.blogger.com/profile/13539513937881299379noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706791871866176108.post-89109581762653270942016-07-08T13:43:00.003-07:002016-07-08T13:44:03.813-07:00The Gift from Guinness<br />
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I often thought I would write for Guinness from his own point of view. I was sure I was waiting to hear from him. But a year has passed and it is time to put the old boy to rest.<br />
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You know, I do believe that Guinness has his own Guinness World Record as the most photographed Irish Wolfhound on the planet... and the only one to hold a 9 year old blog!<br />
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Many dog-lovers from around the world started following Guinness' big adventures. They sent gifts from other countries, and we even had visitors from California come to meet him. We still keep in touch with many of the friends who loved Guinness, Groucho, Maggi and Saige. <br />
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Guinness loved spending time at the farm and really enjoyed all of the animals. He looked after sick calves. His dream was to have a pet kitty--he had a lifetime fascination with them, but he never got his wish.<br />
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The other day I got an e-mail from my next-door-neighbour from when I lived in Middleton. Her name is Natacha and she is certainly here in the pages of this blog.<br />
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She was wondering about a yoga class where I live now, further up the Valley. But the last message before that was from 2013. It said "Guinness is out on the road, Mom is running after him." Following that was "Oh no, he has gone into the woods." That was nothing new for Guinness. He was such an escape artist- opening doors, jumping fences. I always thought Main Street Middleton was going to be the death of him. It almost was.<br />
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I feel as though Guinness almost died every day for 9 years. His thick file at the vets office will tell you I am not too far off. It was one catastrophe after another...that was the name of the game with Guinness. <br />
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He would be spotted at night at Tim Hortons with his head at the drive-thru window for treats, and was seen walking the streets of Middleton like a ghost in the night. Somehow he kept living. Somehow...he lived to a ripe old age of 9 (ancient for an IW) and died of natural causes in his sleep by my side. Like Maggi--he didn't suffer a wink. I just don't know how I could write a better story than that. I don't know how there could be a nicer ending.<br />
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One time I had a dream. I saw Guinness at the gates of heaven. And he was SO bright and luminous! He had a big, bright smile on his face...and his eyes were gleaming. His heart was so open, full and proud! He had a purple robe around his back. He looked like a Royal Guardian. The proudest thing you have ever seen. My bond with Guinness was so great that if you could put into words what he meant to me you would see that indeed he was a KING! For the time he was on Earth he was keeper of my soul and I shared that with him, and I knew he knew it. It was a very beautiful experience to share that with an animal. <br />
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Guinness really got into his role later when Maggi came along. She was blind and he knew something was kind of different about her. He knew he had to be her lead. He looked out for her in his own way. Because of this, he refused a leash. He thought it was insulting and he was above this sort of thing. He was very human-like in his quality that way.<br />
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He had his own mind about how things ought to be. He knew all the routes and all the walks. He knew where Gramps lived and worked out his own agenda for longer walks. He would always try and turn the next corner acting as though we were just going to go this way and there was no choice. We also had to walk in a loop, he would not retrace his steps, so I was always trying to shorten the loop and what fights we had. He would walk around the whole world if he could.<br />
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At camp he dug a hole from which to rest and survey. We called it his pit. He worked this pit for 8 years. It was situated between the camp, the truck, and the road so he could see all the goings-on. Everyone that came to camp would fall or roll their ankle on the pit, but no one had the heart to fill in his pit... so he got his way.<br />
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He never wanted to leave camp. I would start packing up. He was just so bad and would run away into the woods. Maggi, playing innocent (but also wanting to stay) would walk around in circles stupid-like, waiting to hear the outcome. It was always such drama with him and he was just such a character. <br />
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Guinness loved to walk the grain mill loop. There was a gate and I would park on that road a little ways down before the loop started. When the walk was over and we reached the gate, Guinness would never walk to the truck. I would get so mad because he just stood there refusing to come home. He weight 170 pounds so there was little I could do. He just stood there like a stubborn ass as I loaded Maggi in the truck and drove back to the gate. He pushed his luck with everything. Gosh I miss him! The saucy fool.<br />
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Looking back at my life these last ten years is a trip down memory lane. I am glad I kept record of these stories and adventures! It all seems so innocent. Time does pass. The years go by, and there are tears and smiles at the miracle of it all. And now I am coming to the end of my story, because everything does indeed make a loop. Life comes full circle when you least expect it. <br />
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And so it just so happens that yesterday, I decided to walk that loop with my brother's dog, Clyde. And who do you think I finally hear from-- Guinness! I had finished the loop and I looked back. I had forgotten about all the years of Guinness just standing at that gate. As clear as could be- I felt his spirit there. In my heart he was standing their smiling...and knowing. I noticed the smell in the air and heard the wind in the trees. Everything was green and lush and the day was lazy and light. Sometimes in life you get those rare glimpses when there is eternal peace held in the space of just one moment. Boy did I smile. Guinness was walking that loop...and he was going around again, and again...and again.<br />
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til we meet again, my Boy, my Guinny. Thank you for it all...First time Bride at 50http://www.blogger.com/profile/13539513937881299379noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706791871866176108.post-75241309679216944142016-05-25T07:34:00.001-07:002016-05-25T07:36:32.249-07:00Night Time Story for Nephews. Mark of the Clearing.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Behind the little white housey there is a path.</div>
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At that path there is a little set of stairs and a wooded clearing. And do you see, the old dead tree standing off to the left? Look at the very top. See anything?</div>
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Well that is a SQUIRRELL and he runs all the goings-on in this little clearing! His name is MARK. He has a big Mark on him, and not much fur left. No other animal lives in that clearing. Only Mark-and he has the battle scars to prove it.<br />
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He is hiding now, but if you look close, you may spot him!</div>
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You see, he is after these delicious butternuts! He eats ALL the butternuts and now he is a fat, tattered squirrell.</div>
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Can you see all the butternuts Mark has eaten? They are all over the floor of the clearing. Can you count them up?</div>
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There is a little bowl of granola for Mark. But JUST little speckles. It is nice to be friendly, but after ALL the butternuts, he does not need to eat!</div>
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It has been 6 months that I lost Maggi and only now do I feel I can talk about my wolfhound years without bursting into a puddle of tears. I can smile now, but I wasn't sure it would happen. It does. So much has changed in that short time. I almost feel as though I have woken up in a whole new life. There are no wolfhounds anymore, but perhaps someday there will be. And so now it is time to write the final chapters of this time I shared with Saige, Maggi and Guinness in the Annapolis Valley, Nova Scotia. I begin my end with the one and only Maggi.<br />
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I will never forget the 16 hour hell storm we had driven through from Quebec to Nova Scotia. It was the worst storm of the winter. The temperature was an astounding minus 40 with wind chills that stuck your eyes together if you blinked. The roads were closed and snow covered. By the time we hit Nova Scotia visibility and road conditions had us driving at 40 km per hour the final 4 hours.<br />
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Regardless of the storm raging outside, Maggi was calm and happy. I cooed and cuddled her in the back seat and the bond was immediate. It was as though she knew she was going home. I could tell from these special hours what an extraordinary and kind-hearted hound I had on board with me! We loved each other DEEPLY and she was exceptionally responsive to my affections. It was a powerful feeling. This was not Maggi's first time driving for days in a storm. From what I know, her beginnings were the stuff of horror movies, and her first 4 years were spent on the end of a 10 foot chain. Maggi was blind, used for breeding at a horrific puppy mill. She had literally travelled from coast to coast in her re-homing efforts. She had covered more ground in Canada than I had. Stories started pouring in from people she encountered on her journey. Total strangers involved in her rescue (including the Saskatoon SPCA and the IW Rescue Coalition of Canada) and everyone in between began e-mailing tales of this tenacious blind Irish Wolfhound that they had known. It seemed everyone had been touched by this beautiful, brave girl who refused to be overlooked.<br />
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After a few days of settling in, learning the rules and getting to know her new brother Guinness, we decided to load Maggi into the car again for a walk down to a trail we often used. Maggi crouched down and trembled. It took effort to convince her to get back in the car. She thought she was home. She couldn't face more driving. She did not understand and she did not want to leave. Things were so good now. She had a full belly, and a warm safe house full of love. It was heart breaking. Big progress was made when 3 minutes later she was out free-styling in the snow with Guinness. That first time with Maggi -to and from the house for a walk- was a big step. Now she understood the car would never take her away from her home. Slowly she developed a sense of security and Maggi blossomed into the dog she always wanted to be.<br />
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What a joy to watch her express her freedom. Just like the snow, our worries of a blind dog soon melted away too. Maggi had a sixth sense about her, along with trust in my voice. She learned the ins and outs of her favorite trails and memorized her route. This allowed her to walk, run and explore at her leisure. No special leashes or harnesses were required. Just trust, and a set of eyes to guide her. It was marvelous to witness, I was just so proud of her and proud also to see the life I could give her.<br />
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I do not know if it is because she knew starvation, was blind, or if she was just a chow hound--but my, Maggi LOVED to eat. I wondered sometimes if she would ever be satisfied! Her search for food was relentless. We lived on a beef farm so it was actually cheaper and healthier to feed them grass fed, lean beef. Since I could no longer free feed them (Maggi would just eat everything in sight) meal time became a production and I loved it just as much as them. I would come home from work, get my doggy kisses and cuddles, then the feast prep would begin! I would cook up the beef as they waited hanging onto my every word. "Yum! How about some rice and cranberries with that today! Oh, and I see there is some left-over carrots and peas. My won't that taste good in our supper". It was wonderful. The pleasure of seeing their enthusiasm and vigour at mealtime was a highlight of my day. Often as I fed her, I would speak softly to Maggi and tell her to eat slow and enjoy. Maggi responded favourably to the routine and positively thrived. <br />
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Maggi's food obsession could only be compared to her capacity for love. If friends were visiting she would make the rounds with big smiles and wags for everyone. That definitely set her apart as Guinness was such a mamma's boy. Maggi made time for everyone! And--Maggi liked to be made of. So I made a lot of her. The attention and love really brought out her big personality. Her confidence in herself was delightful to witness. She was quite please with herself as well. She enjoyed little tricks and had a silly sense of humour. She liked to engage people in little games and affections. Everyone who met her simply fell in love with this sweet, blind girl who beat the odds.<br />
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Maggi was very clever. She would often line up Guinness to do her dirty work. When it came to stealing treats or begging for more food, Maggi was always behind the trick and could be found waiting and listening on the side-lines for the outcome.<br />
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When it was time to leave camp, Guinness would run away and get in trouble. Maggi would walk in circles playing stupid, but knowing full well it was time to go home. Her favorite game was "Where's Maggi?" She would stomp her feet while I moved in closer with a sneaky voice. I would say "WHHHHHere's MAGGI?" She would wait for the "Maggi", no matter how long the "Whhhhere" , and pounce and jump when I finally said it. Her mouth would open in a big smile, tongue wagging happily everywhere as if to say " Well here I am! Maggi right here silly!"<br />
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If she wanted something badly, like a walk- or just attention- she would press her head into my belly and shake it violently as if to convey her excitement level about something! The more she wanted something, the more vigorous her head shaking became. My, she made me laugh.<br />
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I never took one day with Maggi for granted She lifted me up, took me away from my own problems. Everyone always said how lucky Maggi was to have me, but it was I who was given the GIFT, She gave a whole new meaning to the term "Splorin Wolfie" indeed. Maggi, who lived in darkness, brought light. <br />
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I was never quite sure of Maggi's age. There were different stories. Regardless, the reality of all wolfies is that they are a short lived breed. It is never an easy fact to face but I did the only thing I knew that would help. I just prayed. Everyday. "Yes I know they do not live long but please don't let them suffer. Take them from me if you must, but take them peacefully". Years of daily prayer and directed intention worked. On Mother's Day I pulled into the yard. Maggi had died, her heart had stopped and her tongue sprawled out of her mouth. Clayton was frantic on the phone with the vet. At the sound of my car pulling in, Maggi's heart started and she sprung too life running over to me as if nothing happened at all, as she had done hundreds of times before. <br />
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<br />First time Bride at 50http://www.blogger.com/profile/13539513937881299379noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706791871866176108.post-27095363683293454532015-08-21T06:45:00.002-07:002015-08-21T06:45:45.327-07:00The JourneyThe Splorin' Wolfies has a very good ending. Please come back and check soon as I am gathering the inspiration to share you with the wolfhound chapter of my life. The chapter that will be here for me always in these pictures, in these 9 years ..in these wonderful, glorious, wolfhound years. They went on and on--day after day, year after year--I thought, "surely they will come to an end, surely the time will someday come." And it did not come, for years and years and day after day--there they always were ...and so every day I cherished the blessing of them, took note of it. I hope you will visit them over the years when you need a lift or a smile. What is life without turning back the pages briefly, to our favorite chapter..and smiling a little smile. Wolfie mamma<br />
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A Farmer's work is never done...</div>
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The Horses survived--but yes they all look pretty bedraggled!</div>
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And the hens all made it buried in their hatch some how...</div>
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Cold calves came into the house to warm up by the fire. This little girl caused a sensation on my face book page when I posted a video of me licking her down and keeping her warm. I basically saved her and my video got 3000 views--I am the MOST FAMOUS WOLFIE in the world!</div>
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And now little babies can lay in the soft hay. The days are longer-the sun beats down....and soon winter will once again be a distant memory. And we learn every year..to always hold out a hope. We appreciate the good the bad, the crunchy and the smooth...just like peanut butter. Peace to all...love Guinness.</div>
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Guinness here and January 1st was my birthday. Somehow I have made it to 8!</div>
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I have seen the seasons come and go...</div>
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And I am still enjoying my walks on my journey through life. Love Guinness</div>
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