Thursday, March 10, 2011

Raccoons, Gators and 1 pathetic looking dog.......

 I'd like to first thank all of you for reading our blog.  We learned tonight that we have almost 200 people reading us and we are honored to have you share this time with us.  It does mean a lot to us. 

This park is totally run by rules.  That is a good thing, I think.  It is an absolutely beautiful, private and relaxing park.  Everything you think about wanting in Florida is right here.  Except for the rain yesterday and last night, the weather has been picture perfect.  But back to the rules.  Places this nice need rules.  But you know what they say about rules.... Immediately upon entering the park you see two signs: 1) No alcohol permitted in park.  By the time you get back to the campground (it is a little over a mile from the main entrance) you read this rule so many times you picture yourself as someones play toy in prison if you get busted.  BUT that hasn't stopped us from breaking that rule every single day. shhhh....  Another big rule is the second most posted one: DO NOT feed alligators, raccoons, cats or something else I can't remember right now.  To me, a silly waste of aluminum and paint.  Do you know anyone who is going to feed wild alligators?  Chances are you don't because I would think that you would only feed an native alligator one time. Call me crazy. Anyhow each night when we return to the campground we are stopped, as is everyone coming in after 5:00,  by the security gate and guard.  And each night we are amazed at the number of raccoons sitting at the security officer's shack.  Tonight when we pulled in there were the usual band of masked bandits but one was sitting on his hind legs, begging,  right outside of the shack.  They are the cutest little creatures and obviously I'm not the only one who feeds them.  You can tell they have a long and trusting relationship with the security guard.

Okay.  Now gators.  If any of you have ever watched  Swamp People on tv you know how gators are caught and killed.  Well, today we stopped at a place called Singletons in Mayport, Florida.  Guy Fieri  did a segment of Diners, Drive-Inns and Dives at Singletons.  We were going to take Carol and Lori there Saturday night for our farewell dinner (we are leaving Monday) and I wanted to look at the menu to see if they offered anything other than seafood.  The smell that greeted us almost rocked me on my heels.  OMG!!! From a person who hates most anything that swims, a place like that would make an excellent diet tool.  We ordered beers as we looked over the menu.  In the meantime Jack placed an order for gator tail.  I prayed with everything in me that they would be out of gator tail.  Who in the world eats that stuff?  Oh, wait a minute.  That would be Jack.  And that would be fine if HE was the only one who ate it.  But I knew he'd insist that I, at least, try it.  For the love of God when she brought a plate of some poor gator's tail out for us I thought I was going to hurl.  I did try one small piece and totally under protest.  And no, it does not taste like chicken.  It taste like nasty gator tail.  We decided on a cookout for Saturday evening.
 
Last but in no way least.  Today was again dog grooming day. Hair cuts and bath.  Jack really really did a great job on both dogs using the clippers.  I, on the other hand, with scissors in my hand, ah, not so much.  Picture a dog sticking their nose in a pencil sharpener and someone turning the handle....many, many times.  There you have it.  A perfect picture of poor Sydney's face.  For whatever reason when I get a pair of scissors in my hand I believe I am some kind of Edward Scissorhand.  Will I ever learn?


This is Jack

After what Janet did trimming Sydney's face she has agreed to stick to the anal glands and leave the trimming to me.