http://bullmarketfrogs.com/blog/2009/11/moggies/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=moggies French Bulldogs, dog breeding & small town life... Sun, 14 Mar 2010 00:34:19 -0500 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.2 hourly 1 http://bullmarketfrogs.com/blog/2009/11/moggies/comment-page-1/#comment-5371 Cletus Residence Sat, 14 Nov 2009 13:03:43 +0000 http://bullmarketfrogs.com/blog/?p=2127#comment-5371 Speaking of cats, there is a lost village like your little Moggie, a ocean faring village just outside Gloucester, MA, where the blueberries grow wild and thick on the foundations of long abandoned houses. When I was 15, I stayed for a brief summer visit with my late father, the poet Robert Creeley, in his summer home in Annisquam, and you could reach that village through a narrow dark path that wound up the hill behind his house through huge old trees that dated back to the Pilgrims. The path opened up suddenly into a large sunfilled plateau, with blueberries and old foundation stones stretching as far as eye could see. It was magical. It was called Dogtown. Speaking of cats, there is a lost village like your little Moggie, a ocean faring village just outside Gloucester, MA, where the blueberries grow wild and thick on the foundations of long abandoned houses. When I was 15, I stayed for a brief summer visit with my late father, the poet Robert Creeley, in his summer home in Annisquam, and you could reach that village through a narrow dark path that wound up the hill behind his house through huge old trees that dated back to the Pilgrims. The path opened up suddenly into a large sunfilled plateau, with blueberries and old foundation stones stretching as far as eye could see. It was magical. It was called Dogtown.

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