MaggieMoose: Shiver Me Twigs (Shark Week or TWIG Week?)

Maggie's pawsability thought for the day:

"Joy is what happens to us when we allow ourselves to recognize how good things really are."

Marianne Williamson

  The other day Maggie's human Julie was talking about names for groups of things in the animal kingdom. On the list was the word 'shiver' for meaning a group of sharks. The word 'shiver' is fitting for Maggie's bevy of twigs she found. Today is the last day of TWIG week or is that shark week? It's fitting that Maggie's week ends with a POW like in the comics! Eeeny meeny mighty mo, which twigs will get to go? It took me some strong convincing, but Maggie agreed to let the twigs be. We have plenty more twigs in our yard. Probably a few shivers. Arrgh says the human. Maggie and I walked back home without her precious shiver of twigs. I should've have known Maggie had more twigs up her sleeve. Back home she goes outside. Then she walks inside with a 'wishbone' twig. Really Maggie?

I bet she is wishing for shivers of twigs forever! Speaking of joy, that Maggie knows how to recognize how good things are.... The wishbone twig is hanging out her mouth.  

Make a wish! 

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