Freeport Road in Aspinwall. All traffic stopped. No young geese splatted on this busy road today. Goose is such a funny word.
And to make today’s post slightly more interesting check out TheFreeDictionary
1. n. a silly oaf; an oaf. Oh, I’m such a silly goose!2. tv. to (attempt to) poke something, such as a finger, in someone’s anus. Freddy tried to goose me!3. n. an attempt to goose someone. (As in sense 2) He tried to give me a goose.4. tv. to rev up an engine; to press down hard on the accelerator of a car. Why don’t you goose the thing and see how fast it’ll go?5. n. an act of suddenly pressing down the accelerator of a car. Give it a good goose and see what happens.
McGraw-Hill’s Dictionary of American Slang and Colloquial Expressions Copyright © 2006 by The McGraw-Hill Companies, Inc. All rights reserved.
- (you) silly goose
- a goner
- a wild goose never laid a tame egg
- a wild-goose chase
- can’t say boo to a goose
- cook goose
- cook someone’s goose
- get goose bumps
- get goose flesh
- get goose pimples
- golden goose
- gone coon, a
- gone goose
- goose bumps
- goose egg
- goose pimples
- goose up
- Kill the goose that lays the golden egg
- kill the goose that lays the golden eggs
- not say boo to a goose
- one’s goose is cooked
- sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander, what’s
- send on a wild-goose chase
- silly as a goose
- silver goose
- the goose hangs high
- what’s good for the goose is good for the gander
- What’s sauce for the goose
- What’s sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander
- wild goose chase
- wild-goose chase
- wouldn’t say boo to a goose
but I like this picture. A lot. It makes me happy.
A man capturing his family group on the benches at Central Park Zoo. I’d just come out of the Penguins.
To me, he looks like a conductor of an orchestra, feeling joy as he views the image of those whom he loves.
This is Brooke, a Dachshund Rescue. I saw her in a basket in the Waterworkds Shopping Center at the PetCo a few years back and I knew my friend’s daughter wanted a dachshund. It was a lucky day.
She belongs to Molly now. You can see how Brooke loves “her person”.
I know some of my cousins favor dachshunds and Mary in New Jersey loves them.
Molly’s family always has liked this breed. I saw a crazy video of dachshunds on a Sausage Dogs Central Post on FB just last week.
Now my DIL and her family love Airedales. Jaclyn has her St. Bernards. One type of dog I don’t see around here is an Irish Setter. Be it Border Collies or Italian Greyhounds, German Shepherds or a Pug or you name it. People who are dog people may have a strong preference. ( Rob, I know what your preference is! NO DOG)
Some families like to get a mixed breed rescue (we used to call them mutts but maybe that isn’t the term now) from an animal shelter.
I usually keep the blog in “real time” but the rose colored couch is highlighted again this week.
BTW there are “339 listed breeds in 10 groups” and if you want to check out that info it is here
It looks like she is smiling to me
The new Heart of Africa region (43 Acres) is open at the Columbus Zoo and Aquarium.
I have mixed feelings about zoos but know that they do important animal conservation work and support programs around the world that assist in this effort. The weather was cool for a July day so we kept taking our jackets and sweaters on and off.
I can tell you that the grandkids LOVE going to the zoo to see the animals.
There is always something interesting to learn and experience. A first for the kids was the camel ride.
Six camels are rotated to give the rides.
Aunt Lala was remembering a lengthy camel ride she had in Egypt that she didn’t really enjoy but everyone had fun on Monday.
Yes, it was a bumpy ride.
I never saw a zebra this close before. A relative to the horse and donkey. Love that mane!
These photos were taken last Friday at the Food Revolution Day, Pittsburgh.
Zebra foals are supposed to be brown and cream at birth according to what I could google. Depends on the breed.
The hair might be brown but the skin is black underneath?
This one didn’t look that young to me.
But I was so surprised to see the brown color in the light.
Looked brown to me
Thinking about petting the zebra
Reaching to pet the zebra
There! Petting the zebra.
Lots of lines and patterns with zebra stripes and chain link fence. On my way home…..
Mark and Erika called Saturday night and suggested we meet up at The Wilds. Cumberland Ohio. I took the New Concord Exit on I-70.
I said, sure I’ll meet you there! I was excited cause it was unexpected. And who knew this place was so interesting?
It was about 130 miles for me to drive there and they drove about 90. We took a 2 1/2 hour bus ride tour throughout the 10,000 acres and saw lots of wonderful animals. Most are endangered in the wild and this conservation facility(non-profit) gives them the protected place to reproduce. It was a beautiful day.
Bactrian Camels- Mother and Child (Yes, this was photographed in Ohio)
Przewalksi Wild Horse- a female
Zebras- Buck and bray a bit while the one looks on
Bison running away from our bus
25 cents in a machine and you can get food for the catfish. They act like they have never eaten before or will they ever eat again. I know these were Jack’s favorite.
The catfish are not particularly attractive to me.
Rhinoceros family time. Our guide says there skin is really soft. A group of rhino is called a CRASH.
All photos taken with a Canon 70-200 mm L series lens on a Canon 5D
Our knowledgeable guide Rob.
And an ordinary rabbit. Not endangered.
And if you want to travel with us on the bus, Anna captured a two minute segment of the tour! Thanks Anna for the videoing,
Down on the farm in Virginia. Mar said it was dark in the barn. Thanks for a fun guest blog. We don’t see this in the city!
Lots of new life appearing at your neighbor’s farm.
Springtime action in corrals and pens and barn.
See proud future Dad. His “wife” is sitting on 17 eggs. (Not sure if Turkeys mate for life like other species you hear about. hmmmm)
Future Thanksgiving Dinner?
Future Dad Turkey
Future Mom sitting on 17 eggs!
Waiting for baby horses- another blog, another day
Click on Video below -A little dark in the barn. That is if you want to see 13 new piglets scramble at feeding time.
Whether you’re a dog person, a cat person, or none of the above, you know how painful loss can be. Even when a living thing comes to the end of its life, the inevitable is difficult. There they are, with you. And then they aren’t anymore. Ever. And no matter how old or how sick, you just miss them. They entertain you, cheer you, greet you and provide companionship. You care for them, feed them, talk to them and teach them a trick or two.
First there was Eloise, a cat someone dumped in the park across the street where we live. 1992. We took her in. Laura was in second grade.
Lucy- the last of the litter- the only one with long hair, big green eyes- a pretty cat and sweet.
She was the loudest purrer and a docile cat. She was the most vocal and would talk back as your called her name.
My one friend thinks Steve needs a kitten. NOT! We’re not getting any more cats.
Steve said maybe a hypoallergenic dog? Down the road a bit. A little terrier? No! We just can’t have any more pets. It’s too hard to lose them. The last couple months seemed to be a cat hospice situation around here with Steve so vigilant and trying everything to make her life nice. She really was confined to one room and didn’t climb the stairs anymore.
Her being in the one room allowed the family to come this summer and sleep overnight as they suffer from cat allergies. Oh how the grandkids loved seeing Lucy. Steve would take them in and they were so happy seeing her, asking about her. I know they’ll be sad to hear she’s gone.
Earlier in the summer, Michael gave me his pet rock he’d made in day camp “for when Lucy dies”.
I think about how Mark, Erika and both of her parents and now even Laura all suffer from cat allergies. So do a couple of my good friends and it has impacted their ability to come and enjoy being in my home. Oh dear. But when Laura was growing up, she used to have cute Lucy crawl under the covers. Now she can’t be near cats without an allergic reaction.
Nineteen and a half years is a full life for a cat. Or as Mark says, she had nine wonderful lives thanks to Steve. Steve has been caring for her so tenderly. Sips of Cat Milk, special food for the thyroid. You name it. Steve was practically chewing up shrimp like a penguin mother. Now it’s hard to handle and dispose of her bowl and her drinking fountain, her pan, all the things she used.
Three weeks ago at the vet they said she was doing well for her age.
Hmmm, I thought. She didn’t look too good to me but her eyes had life and she was still using the litter pan and eating a little.
I knew she was coming down the home stretch. We talked about knowing it was time to put her down. But we hadn’t.
And so the night before the first day of school, Steve came in around 1:30 AM and said that he was petting her and she didn’t wake up. That she was gone. Friday he took her to be cremated while I started my new job. I was sorry he had to go alone. It still doesn’t seem real that she passed and isn’t coming back.
We’ll miss you Lucy.