Cajun Tails: See Ya Later Alligator

Maggie's pawsability thought for the day:

"Born On The Bayou."

John Fogerty

Alligator

  Maggie's favorite tail from our trip is when we went down the swamp in one of the bayou's of southern Louisiana. She was all ears. There's a dog in the story. I proceeded to tell her that a tour of Louisiana isn't complete without a swamp tour. We went on the Honey Islands Swamp Tour. I highly recommend this company for their native guides' professionalism, bayou knowledge, and friendliness. As we traversed down the swamp I was enchanted with everything. Dragonflies guided the swamp boat around the bayou. Alligators were everywhere. The air on the bayou felt cooler. The Cajun air conditioning kicks in when the boat goes full power. We saw many Snowy Egrets along the shores or flying across the water. Beautiful.

Snowy Egret

Maggie recognized this bird. We have one in our neighborhood in California. One Snowy Egret to the many found in Louisiana. Along the swamp's shores are many "camps". Camps are places for locals to hang out, fish, hunt, or just be. Some camps are fancier than others, but they all do the same thing; mostly temporarily house folks & their pets. Some camps are permanent places. We came across a dog ready to roll. He was on the boat waiting to head out and feel the fresh air on his face. "Cajun air conditioning." Being born on the bayou is a different lifestyle. We loved every second we were there in the swamp lands. We intend to go back. Great folks and critters down there all born on the bayou.

We call this dog "Snowy"

See ya later alligator...

Maggie is ready to play some ball. Then we'll go on our walk and find our own local Snowy Egret....

squeaky red ball day

  

Cajun Tails: All That Jazz

Maggie's pawsability thought for the day:

"What we play is life."

Louis Armstrong

Landing in the Louis Armstrong Airport (MSY)

  We arrived home from our trip to New Orleans and other southern LA parts. I decided to tell Maggie some bedtime tails from Cajun land. It all started from the first landing in the Louis Armstrong Airport. Everything was bold and musically vibrant in color. The life size statue of Louis Armstrong prominently stood in front of the mural painting of all the jazz greats. I shared with Maggie that when we walked outside into the humidity that was the first shock we had. It was so hot and muggy at night for us Californians use to things cooling off at night. Maggie might find it hot too since she likes our cool morning walks, but Maggie insisted she likes trying new things. OK, maybe next time girl.... Anyway, we left the airport to go to the French Quarter. Here the music was played everywhere in the streets both night and day. They have the famous jazz establishments, but what struck me most was music from the street musicians. They were so good that I questioned if the music was from a recording. No, it's not-it's live. Incredible talent scattered over many streets. All amazing. We heard a song from Porgy & Bess playing. The hot muggy night seemed perfectly fit. Musical tails floating in the air telling of everyone's lives. Maggie loves all that jazz. It is what she wakes up to. It's what we went to bed to in the French Quarter. Love N'awlins. Night Maggie.

French Quarter-Jackson Square musicians

Bedtime for Maggie