We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
An email from a good pal, with photos (Harley is the Lab, Yankee is the Large Munsterlander with the white chest. I don;t know the name of the other Large Munsterlander.):
Enjoyed your posts on “Where I wasn’t”, and have very fond memories of the trip to Manitoba with you all. I just returned from a week in Saskatchewan for ducks/geese and then an upland hunt with my Large Munsterlander dog club. Attached is a photo of the Abby Hotel (built ca. 1913) where we stayed, and a couple of the dogs and birds. That’s Yankee with the Hun on the fence post. Harley probably made his last trip. Tired, but happy.
PS On the “tailgate” picture, ignore the biodiesel bumper sticker. Truck belongs to a friend who is a bit liberal. Makes for some long road trips, until we agree to disagree.
Hey - I know what that is like. Been there. Gotta stick to other topics, like the meaning of life and shotshell loads.
" Truck belongs to a friend who is a bit liberal. Makes for some long road trips, until we agree to disagree." ha. ha. Funny.
What precious dogs. My ex-husband, a veterinarian, and I kept my dad in bird dogs. He had three duck ponds on the plantation plus the marsh and tidal creeks for roaming. Those were happy dogs and they sure made my dad happy.
Drug dealers discovered the sea island and down from the promontory of land where our house was and over the tidal marsh, they'd land in the night and unload their drugs. The dogs would bark, so they sent a thug out to poison them. My dad is a retired Army Colonel, pretty tough guy, but even months after his dogs died, he'd cry talking about them.
we saw your photos and my son is convinced that a Munsterlander is a must for our faMILY. after doing some research, I agree. Where did you get your pups from? Or please pass my email info onto whoever you need to for them to get in touch with me. thnks ever so much! KP