Comments on: SedonaEye.com Harley McGuire Pal Wags a Dog Tale

By: Harley McGuire

Harley McGuire — Thu, 09 May 2013 00:09:19 +0000

Hey, good news that the Sedona Humane Society is alive and well. Maybe . . . just maybe the thought of a glass of wine will convince good old mom it’s time for us to rock n’roll. :-)
Lovingly,
Harley McGuire

By: Sedona Humane Society

Sedona Humane Society — Wed, 08 May 2013 21:43:10 +0000

Dear Harley,

Ever wanted to go to Spain? How about a helicopter ride over Sedona? Come join us for our second annual Humane Society of Sedona Auction on Saturday, May 11th. It will be held at Sedona Wine and Beer Co. Preview starts at 11:00 a.m. The auction starts at 12:30.

Come early and peruse the auction items. Bring your friends, have a glass of wine and enjoy the fun. Bid on spa packages, golf, local fine dining, gorgeous jewelry, art and lots more! Check out our on-line catalog! All proceeds benefit the Humane Society of Sedona.

By: P.L. Goldfine, Phoenix snowbird

P.L. Goldfine, Phoenix snowbird — Sat, 13 Apr 2013 18:10:07 +0000

enjoyed this plan to send on for a niece in arkansas she loves animal stories and skipper told a good one

P.L. Goldfine, Phoenix snowbird

By: J.O. in CA

J.O. in CA — Sat, 13 Apr 2013 14:33:45 +0000

SORRY YOU LOST YOUR OLD TREE. BELCARO (MY HOME) IS ABOUT 10 YEARS OLD SO WE DO NOT HAVE ANY OLD TREES. WE ALSO HAD SOME VERY, VERY HEAVY WIND BUT I DO NOT THINK WE LOST ANY THING OF CONSEQUENCE. SPRING IS HERE AND ALL IS BLOOMING AND A YOUNG MANS THOUGHTS . . . (WHAT ABOUT AN OLD GUY)?

By: Mitzi

Mitzi — Fri, 12 Apr 2013 16:14:02 +0000

Waggin’ back at ya

By: Harley McGuire

Harley McGuire — Thu, 11 Apr 2013 18:52:32 +0000

Oh Mercy Maudie, Skipper, that wind was as feerce as I’ve evah known it to be! And guess what? You weren’t the only one with broken branches. The humugus tree out front (Ma named it Cyrano many years ago) took another hit during this wind, and if you’ll remember we had broken trees when it snowed big time just one year ago.

Well, off came another branch from Cyrano – who now looks like he’s been on a crash diet for the past couple of years. Then our old, old friend, the dead cottonwood out back . . . well, only one long scrawny arm remained on that huge trunk and shor nuf that tornedo or whatever it was split it to where it almost came tumbling down. It’s gone but maybe the squirrels and birds will still be able to amuse us on the big trunk that Ma says looks like a totapole. Just the other day one of them funny looking birds with a tip-knot . . . a kwale I think . . . was up there peeking around the corner at us.

And so, you see, you weren’t the only one who had a headache listening to that grinder machine . . . what did you call it? A thirster? Oh no, thrasher. My head was hurting a lot. Thank goodness for my Thundershirt to help me thru the shakes.

Mom just a few days ago had been out front propping up the rail fence. Spose that was the end of her creativity on that lost cause because the wind pretty much flattened it, too.

Skipper, we survived. Last year it was the sploding furnace and snow. Wunder what 2014 will have in store?

Lovingly,
Harley McGuire