The Real Life Version of a Disney Cartoon

I swear if you were to visit my camp you would know what I'm talking about. The yard is fairly littered with bird and chipmunk feeders, so it's no surprise when you walk outside the yard is covered with scampering squirrels, chipmunks with their cheeks puffed full of seeds, and birds of every color you can imagine. And just to add to the effect, as your standing there in awe of all the wildlife, blue jays swoop in and out of your vision and you're just waiting for Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs to come traipsing down the lane.

I kid you not. I told my mom if I started singing 'Some Day My Prince Will Come' she had my permission to go dunk me in the brook.

But just so you don't think Chip & Dale are the only critters mucking about Maple Glen (yes, the camp has a name), I was stopped on my way by a deer. That's right. Bambi, halted my car in its tracks blocking the lane. I honked the horn. Twice. But no, Bambi just stood there looking at me. I had to roll down my window and yell at him to get out of the way before he budged. Then about five minutes later I get stopped again. This time by a plodding pheasant that seemed to think my full bladder had all the time in the world for him to take his sweet time getting to the other side. And don't even get me started on the muskrat...

And in case you're wondering, yes, I saw Thumper too. Thankfully however, Flower did not put in an appearance. I've posted some pixs below to give you an idea of the paradise known as Maple Glen.

Meanwhile, amidst communing with the locals, I managed to read a few books and I got Book 2 to my series completely outlined. So it was a very productive vacation. I didn't want to go back to work, but alas, the mortgage still needs to be paid.

And on the pooch front - I am reconsidering my choice for future pups and expanding somewhat to also consider beagles and mixed breeds. Although in truth, I still wish Coop would suddenly reappear, but since things like that only happen in Stephen King novels and rarely end well, I'm just going to have to accept the hand fate has dealt and hope I get at least half as lucky the next time. In truth, looking forward to getting a new pup later in the year makes me feel a bit better, but I'm also glad I have the waiting time to get over Coop as well, so I'm not expecting the new little pup to fill the large pawprints Coop left behind.