Jaune is gone. That’s all I know. When we came home from baseball practice last night, there was no sign of her. I am sad, because she and I had bonded Monday evening while I was bird watching. Everything happens for a reason, though.
With the turmoil of Hurricane Isaac behind us and the “Ghost of Isaac” threatening to re-enter the Gulf, let’s ignore all that and once again reap the benefits of a local French-Cajun gentleman’s green thumb. Since we can’t actually stroll through his yard and garden today, let me bring the memory of his spring garden to you.
With Camp Dularge getting busier and busier, my time to enjoy bayou life is growing shorter and shorter it seems. Okay, I’m not complaining, just saying, that’s all. Today was a typical Tuesday, except for this little surprise . . . in the bayou in front of the house. Termite thinks this gator has been…
Well, we do, and it’s that time of year again. Signs have cropped up all over town touting “Live Crawfish $1.50 per pound”, which is very much a first-of-the-season price. Near the end of the season, the price will go down to as low as $.49 a pound. You must understand the culture, though. Predominantly…
or “Mom, there is no one to take me duck hunting. I’ve called everyone . . sniff . . sniff . . and tomorrow is going to be the best morning yet. I just know it.” And I sympathized with Termite, I really did. We have the boat, he has acquired all the proper gear…
Headed out about as early as I could to the honey hole BB, Diane, and I blasted about a month ago. We pulled limits of reds out of there on consecutive mornings in June, plus a few bass. The water was looking very fishy when I pulled up. As I threw down the Cajun anchor,…
Lest anyone think that all I ever do is relax in my boat, let me add that in order to maintain my captain’s license, I must spend required amounts of time on the water running my boat. There are days when it would be much easier to just stay home and not get my boat…
Oh no! That’s so sad! I hope she turns up again. Abby and I send our love.
Thank you and Abby. We are hoping that the owners reclaimed her. That would be a fine ending to this story of a boy and a dog-for-2-days!
I’m also sorry to hear that she is gone. My heart goes out to Termite.
He’s acting tough, like it’s for the best, but I know he’s disappointed. She’s not been here in almost 24 hours, so that’s not a good sign.
My heart goes out to a very disappointed boy, and hopes he finds comfort that his temporary friend is at home with his owner. Perhaps a mom may find room for a retriever pup, lab, golden, whatever as long as it ducks………..Thanks for sharing this with us…as it surely has seemed to touch us all.
Deb
Your words touch me, Deb. He was offered a lab puppy free last night, but he’s not ready for all that responsibility; and I don’t have the time to take up the slack right now. I have traveling to do, and we already have one dog that we have to provide care for. I told him he can have his dog when he’s a little older and proves he can be responsible for ALL its care. And you know what? He totally agreed. Having Jaune for a couple days showed him how much work a big dog is. Yes, she was fun, but she was also quite a few handsful! Maybe that was a double blessing?
Snif. I’m still mourning Shawee. Squeeze Termite for me.
We had a dog show up like that once. We loved her but she had a wandering gypsy heart.
Tell you son to let her go. She wants to love a lot of people. Maybe there is a golden at the shelter needing his love?