MaggieMoose: Morning Blessing

Maggie's pawsability thought for the day:

"An early morning walk is a blessing for the whole day."

Henry David Thoreau

 Can we walk already?

MaggieMoose: Happy Friendship Day

Maggie's pawsability thought for the day:

"The language of friendship is not words but meanings."

Henry David Thoreau

Tommy 4 weeks & "B" 3 years (Boxer/Pit Bull mix rescue dog)

  Friendship. There's baby boy Tommy & B the dog or Maggie & Flint kitty. Two beings who shouldn't get along, yet do. The meaning of friendship is a feeling both chose to accept. This acceptance of each other binds these two together; like B accepting Tommy's baby cries or Maggie laying still when she knows Flint kitty is about to pounce on her....

Happy Friendship Day! WA WA WOOF WOOF PURR PURR

Maggie & Flint kitty

MaggieMoose: Dream On

Maggie's pawsability thought for the day:

"Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you have imagined."

Henry David Thoreau

MaggieMoose: Carmel Tails of A Dog's World

Maggie's pawsability thought for the day:

"Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you have imagined."

Henry David Thoreau

  We were at Carmel by the Sea checking out this quaint community for its 'dog friendly' nature. For me personally, it brought back a ton of childhood memories of playing on these beaches with family and friends. But, back to my current mission of 'would I take Maggie here'.... I could make a quilt of all the dog photos I took that day. Like Monterey, the shops in town have bowls of water outside their doors for dogs walking by needing a drink. Boy, Maggie likes to drink a lot of water. We might need to carry some extra water to refill their bowls. We saw a wonderful sign in the window of a dog and a frisbee. The beaches of Carmel are the perfect frisbee throwing turf.

We walked in the Carmel Forecast shop where there are a plethora of souvenirs. It is the perfect tourist store. I contributed to the economy of Carmel. I bought beautiful coffee cups, a refrigerator magnet and a hot pink fleece jacket that says 'Carmel'. I love being a tourist. I know Maggie's going to love the hot pink fleece. In this shop we met Skippy and his owners.

Skippy is a 14 year old dog cruising in style with his stroller. He had everything he needed in this RV on wheels. GO SENIORS! Skippy is proof there's no reason to keep your Senior dog at home. Maggie liked that Skippy represented the more mature group of dogs. One look in Skippy's eyes and Maggie rolled over on the ground-in love. Skippy's a role model for the younger set, because he's going confidently in the direction of his dreams. Skippy's living the life he imagined; a life of forever going out and about with his faithful human family.

MaggieMoose: Wishful Twigs & Thoughts

Maggie's pawsability thought for the day:

"As a single footstep will not make a path on the earth, so a single thought will not make a pathway in the mind. To make a deep physical path, we walk again and again. To make a deep mental path, we must think over and over the kind of thought we wish to dominate our lives."

Henry David Thoreau

  Maggie has a stellar mind. She sets her focus on something and badda badda boom it's done. Single minded purpose. I'm amazed at how quickly she snatches a leaf as we walk inside from the outdoors. In a nanosecond swoop-it's in her mouth incognito. Practicing this swoop over and over again has given her master skills. It doesn't stop there for Maggie. Twigs too. Right now we have the season of the multiplied twigs. One breeze here or there and the twigs are everywhere, including in our house.

Lately I have seen lots of wishbone shaped twigs. Is this a sign? I'm not sure if this has a higher meaning or not. Maybe Maggie wants to make a wish with me holding the other end of the twig? Kind of like how us humans use to do with the wishbone from the chicken or turkey. I remember as kids my brother and I were really into doing this wish making with the dried poultry bones. Serious business. Where did this tradition come from? No clue. We just believed in it, because we did it over and over again. Better yet, how does Maggie know about it? Well, Maggie drops the wishbone twig at her paws waiting for me to pick it up. What's the dominating thought here Maggie? Moose size pawsabilities? Whatever the answer, I'm game-let's make a wish Maggie! I still believe. WOOF WOOF

Miracle On Snowy Moose Lane

Maggie's pawsability thought for the day:

"Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?"

Henry David Thoreau

  MaggieMoose is all about the moose family since she's part moose and a connoisseur of twigs like her moose family. A dear friend sent us an email with some snowy moose photos. Woo Hoo! We were loving these images. A miracle indeed to see an albino moose in nature. The email stated these moose photos were taken north of the Wisconsin border near Marenisco, MI. No credit (that we could see) was given for the photographer, but we thank them whoever they are. WOOF! WOOF! 

Maggie appreciates other's uniqueness since she is precious herself. She loves to look through another's eyes and step into their hooves or paws. Maggie thinks it improves one's vision on life and shows all the pawsabilities! After all, Maggie is a little snowy and a little brown. Her coat has both colors. For me, Miss Maggie is my miracle as I look through her eyes to see what I have never seen before. Maggie recommends trying this, just for an instant, you might be surprised when two snowy moose show up! MaggieMoose calls it living with moose size pawsabilities! WOOF! WOOF!

One Leaf, Two Leaf, Three Leaf, Twig!

Maggie's pawsability thought for the day:

"Nature will bear the closest inspection. She invites us to lay our eye level with her smallest leaf, and take an insect view of its plain."

Henry David Thoreau

Where's the twig?

  People that know Maggie knows she loves a good twig or two. It's a perfect delicacy for a moose kind of girl. For me, trying to find the twig in the a carpet of leaves is like asking me to find Waldo in a kid's book. Not for Maggie, she takes an insect view of the leaves and BOOM-there's the twig! I find that in the autumn landscape sometimes things just kind of blend together. That's when I need to remind myself to be like Maggie, pretend I'm a macro lens and look closer. There is so much to see upon closer inspection. Maggie, thanks for the tip!

brown moths on a bench's edge

Our World Is A Canvas of Imagination

Maggie's pawsability thought for the day:

"This world is but a canvas to our imagination."

Henry David Thoreau 

  We have a new MaggieMooseTracks® logo! Maggie and I want to thank Randy Jennings, illustrator, for his help in bringing our ideas into creation. It was a tricky process with multiple edits in trying to capture our vision and Maggie's sweet soul. We're happy with the black & white version. Our next step will be creating the colorized logo. Our canvas of imagination isn't stopping with the logos. Maggie wants to tell her tails in a children's book series starting with one moose size pawsability at a time.... Whoa, heel Maggie, let's go color first! 

We hope you like our logo, because we do. 

Maggie gives it a big WOOF WOOF! 

Maggie is ready to step into color!

A Surprise Visitor Dressed In Red

Maggie's pawsability thought for the day:

"I once has a sparrow alight upon my shoulder for a moment, while I was hoeing in a village garden, and I felt that I was more distinguished by that circumstance that I should have been by any epaulet I could have worn."

Henry David Thoreau

photo credit

House Finch

  Maggie and I had a surprise visitor yesterday after UJ (Uncle John) left. A beautiful bird dressed in red and brown appeared on our fence. He paused there while he looked into our house. Was he looking at Maggie sleeping on the floor? Our parakeets Tommy and Jerry were singing. Maybe this house finch stopped by to pay his respects to them? This was the first time this kind of bird has appeared near our house or in our neighborhood. There were a pair of sparrows flitting about in the trees near him. Maybe he was visiting them? Unsuccessfully I tried to take his photo. In a flash our visitor was gone! Maggie snoozed through his brief visit. It was a very special moment in time watching this house finch on our fence. Like Thoreau, I felt distinguished this bird paid us a visit. When Maggie woke up she felt distinguished too when I told her the story of our surprise visitor dressed in red. Reminds me of another visitor we once had, the blue jay who walked into our house, but that's another special story....for another time.