: Midnight Musical Maisy Meanderings
I was 15, and Maisy was 10. We were sitting on the cold floor of my basement bedroom after playing in the hot outside, and I was petting her curly soft coat while we listened to the radio. Maisy was kept in a "puppy cut" because not only was it easier to maintain but the one time she did get the fancy poodle hairdo it was obvious how much she hated it. Maisy was communicative and smart, and probably knew she was no hunting dog (hunting water fowl is the purpose of the fancy poodle cut, in case you don't know). Frankly I'm surprised she never found a way to speak with words. Maisy understood English better than some people do, and her understanding was much deeper than mine of dog...but I digress.
I'm not writing now to remember how awesome an intelligent being Maisy was. That would require a book. Right now I just happen to want to write about the first time I heard the band R.E.M., and Maisy was there.
We were sitting on the floor of my bedroom in the basement, listening to the alternative New York radio station WLIR, when all of the sudden we heard a bit of different sounding music go "der ner ner nerrrr..." ( Read more... )
Tags: maisy, memories, music, rem
I was 15, and Maisy was 10. We were sitting on the cold floor of my basement bedroom after playing in the hot outside, and I was petting her curly soft coat while we listened to the radio. Maisy was kept in a "puppy cut" because not only was it easier to maintain but the one time she did get the fancy poodle hairdo it was obvious how much she hated it. Maisy was communicative and smart, and probably knew she was no hunting dog (hunting water fowl is the purpose of the fancy poodle cut, in case you don't know). Frankly I'm surprised she never found a way to speak with words. Maisy understood English better than some people do, and her understanding was much deeper than mine of dog...but I digress.
I'm not writing now to remember how awesome an intelligent being Maisy was. That would require a book. Right now I just happen to want to write about the first time I heard the band R.E.M., and Maisy was there.
We were sitting on the floor of my bedroom in the basement, listening to the alternative New York radio station WLIR, when all of the sudden we heard a bit of different sounding music go "der ner ner nerrrr..." ( Read more... )
Tags: maisy, memories, music, rem



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