Good morning Cape Breton.
Maximus Handsomius here from my forever home.
As you can see, I DO fit in the wing chair. I just overflow a wee bit.
Yesterday I was home alone, like I am most days, when FLASH and BOOM and RUMBLE! Lightening in the middle of December. I looked outside, but could only see that it was raining really hard.
So there is this guy that does the weather in YouTube. His name is Frankie. He was forecasting 30 cm of snow for this weekend. The Big Guy is really happy that he was wrong. Now the forecast is showing, 1 cm of snow. The lack of snow doesn't upset him at all.
The Big Guy is also saying that they have to do a wine run to Halifax. Well, more correctly, to Dartmouth Crossing, where the Costco is. They make their own wine. Then, each time they bring up a bottle from the basement, they put money into this jar. He calls it the "Wine Bank". So right now, there is enough money to pay for their gas and to get a new wine kit. The wine kits from Costco are double batches. So it makes 60 bottles of wine.
I know he would do the road trip to Dartmouth without Tonya, if she would tell him, just go get the wine kits. He would drive up, do a wee bit of shopping (she would make a list) and he would come home again, all within the same day.
He would go without me. That's a long drive for me. Not to say that I couldn't do it. But he would have to stop to let me out to pee and to poop. He doesn't like stopping like that. He prefers to drive and drive, non-stop.
I'm not allowed to have wine.
Geesh, there is a lot I'm not allowed to have.
Bye bye fur now.
Good morning Cape Breton.
Maximus Handsomius here from my forever home.
Everyone seems to comment on the size of my paws. Do humans go around commenting on the size of their feet, or their hands, to other people? Yes, I do have big paws. This is to pull carts around in Switzerland, which is where I come from. I'm glad that I don't have to pull a cart, but I'm sure that I could, if there was a cart that needed to be pulled around.
So that snow that we got, well it's all gone.
The Big Guy had me kinda looking forward to Saturday. There was about 10 cm of snow in the forecast. Then they changed the forecast. They seem to change the forecast a lot.
We had a power outage yesterday morning. Not sure why. I was OK though. The house got cold, but I didn't mind. I've got my double layer fur coat on.
You should have seen what they made last night for supper. Oven baked chicken with butternut squash and carrots. Of course I am able to smell all the spices that they have used. When Tonya sat down to eat her supper, I wanted to smell her supper. I drooled on her. She did NOT appreciate this one bit.
When they were both done their supper, they were saying how good it tasted. Then I watched the Big Guy put the left overs in tupperware so that they can have it for lunch today. He didn't even take the skin off the chicken to give to me. Same with Tonya. She didn't give me ANY of it. There is some bones on the kitchen counter that belongs in the green bin. But it's not the same. Chicken bones are yucky. I wanted the chicken. I don't know what flavour my kibble is, but it certainly isn't chicken flavoured kibble.
Bye bye fur now.
Good morning Cape Breton.
Maximus Handsomius here from my forever home.
As you can see by this picture, it snowed last night. I was quite shocked when the Big Guy finished supper and suggested to Tonya, it would be nice to go for a walk, while it was still snowing.
I ran around and around, trying to get to all the snow on the ground. There wasn't any snow on the pavement or the sidewalks. Only on the grass. So I tried my best to play with all the snow that I could.
But this is only a little bit of snow. I'm from a very small place outside of Bathurst New Brunswick, and yesterday, they got about 20 cm of snow. They must be having so much fun!
Normally when you get little snow flakes, you get a lot of snow fall. Yesterday, we didn't get a lot of snow, but the snow flakes were small. So that saying "little snow is big snow" didn't work out at all. But I am sure that we will be getting more snow before Winter is done with us.
Last night, Tonya made spaghetti. I never get any spaghetti. I'm not sure if Tonya is scared that it will turn my White fur red or if there is a different reason she will not give me spaghetti. She puts cheese in it, so I'm pretty sure I will like it. Parmesan cheese. That stuff smells great. The Big Guy always puts more on top of his spaghetti.
The Big Guy has a friend who doesn't like green peppers. His mother-in-law always puts green peppers in her spaghetti sauce. He asks her, could you please make your spaghetti sauce, but, before you add the green peppers, take some out and put it aside for me? That way, you get to have your spaghetti sauce with green peppers and I will have some without green peppers. She told him, he was foolish. That green peppers doesn't add any taste to her spaghetti sauce. His question: Why do you add green peppers if it doesn't add any taste?
Bye bye fur now.
Good morning Cape Breton.
Maximus Handsomius here from my forever home.
If you click on the picture, it will go full screen. You can see me at the top of the stairs, and I'm looking at Tonya.
When ever I get the chance to run upstairs to see what's going on, I there. Tonya has put up the baby gate, but she doesn't put the bungie cord in place to lock me out. So I will just pull on the gate with my paw till there is enough room for me to push through and I run upstairs.
Then it is to get me to go DOWNSTAIRS again. That can be hard for them. But the Big Guy fooled me this morning. He opened the basement door, which activated this door chime (they have a lot of the perimeter doors on an alarm. So my need to investigate outweighed the need to be upstairs.
I am really late with my blog today as the Big Guy's computer was trying to get some updates from Microsoft. It took almost 2 hours to get the updates. That was more annoying that I would have thought. But I guess Microsoft thought they were important updates and we didn't have much choice.
The Big Guy made this pork picnic ham. Well it smelled so good! When he was taking it out of the pot, he remove the skin. He put that in a steel bowl. Then he removed the bones. He put that in a different steel bowl. I was licking my chops at this point. BUT then he put the bones in the green bin and threw the skin out on the grass in the backyard. Then along came some stray cat and ate all the skin. I couldn't believe it.
The Big Guy said that this is for MY protection. That I get sick from pork. I was willing to take that chance.
Bye bye fur now.
