BIENVENUE

New front door

Finally front and back doors that were suppose to be installed early last fall are in!  I think they are gorgeous especially the front door.  I still have to paint the wood surround and the little porch but that will have to wait until the garden is all planted.  I can only do so  much...

Handle

Front door inside

Back door

Back door handle

Mr Leclerc and son installing the front door.

Old back door

Good riddance to this door!  There were large gaps top and bottom and the window no longer opened.





New bed of Darwin tulips blooming happily.

Poonie's grave

The yellow tulips above I placed on the grave of my beloved Poupoune that past away late last fall.

Double scented daffodils

Lilacs at the front of the house

Well that's all folks for today.  I will put up pics of the new garden hopefully next Monday which has been dug up using just a pitch fork!

ARE WE THERE YET?

Pickwick Crocus

Winter has lasted forever here in the Gatineau hills, will spring ever come?  Winter came early, is staying late and we had more than twice the amount of snow we had last year.  I still have snow in my yard and just yesterday morning I woke up to a  dusting of new snow (it left quickly but still).  Last year at this time I had daffodils blooming, this year only crocus.  The daffodils are trying though, poking their stems through the ice!  Can't wait to see them, along with new bunch of Darwin tulips planted last fall.  Last spring I missed most of the show as I was away in beautiful Provence.

Mini Crocus

Daffodils

As for the new dog he has had a hard winter as well.  Turns out he is sick with maybe hip dysplasia  and poor guy suffered.  Since he does not have much hair he found the winter cold and hated wearing any kind of clothes, he actually appeared embarrassed if that is possible.  When he is sick he is grouchy but when he is well..

sick boy

He is actually watching a martial arts fight scene from James Bond, Man with a Golden Gun!  He watched the whole fight scene!  He actually seems to like TV and music.  His favorite is the bagpipes.  One night while watching  a BBC program about the islands around Britain featuring a bag pipe band he began to sing along with the bagpipes.  I laughed so hard I could barely breathe.  He on the other hand was very serious standing tall and singing along.  He must be a reincarnated Scot.

Tired boy, after playing with all his toys he needs a nap!  Oh and he has had another name change.  The name Rocco didn't seem to suit and somehow I started calling him Parker.  Yes the name suits him and he knows it now and has settled in.  He seems very happy with me and I am happy with him.

Wheel of Fate

 

 

All things are transient and change at the whim of fate.  The wheel tells us to be sensitive to the ebb and flow of life.  With the loss of my beloved Poonie comes the appearance of a handsome gentleman that found himself without a home.  His story is similar to Poonies including the fear of men.  So yesterday I adopted a 3 year old male Boston Terrier.

 

 

pick-a-boo





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His name is Rocco and his favorite place in his new home is curling up under the comforter on the couch.

 



Rocco spent the last two weeks in an adopted home with children and a big goofy dog.  The family found he did not fit in and needed a quiet home.  This he will find here and the poor guy was so exhausted he slept most of his first day in his new home.

 

 

 



Today he was rested and able to strike a pose.

 

 

 

We went for a walk in the woods which he just loved.  There were lots of new smells and sounds.  He is a very curious boy.  Once home he spotted several blue jays and a squirrel!

 

 



 

 

The afternoon included bone chewing and playing with toy elephant.

 

 





Tomorrow I go to work, hope he will be ok, alone all day.  It is nice to have him here and I feel good about saving him but my heart is still broken and what I wouldn't do to have Poonie back.

Poonie I Love You

 

Thusrsday evening after playing her beloved game of ball my Poonie had a heart attack and died in my arms.  I was left in shock and just lost it.  I am totally lost without her and the house seems like an empty shell.  When death hurts so much why do we die?