Greeting loyal readers and fellow maremmas. It is said that the Eskimo have a hundred words for snow. Mummy says that is not quite right. She has been looking on something called the internet.
Me and Nellie do not know what an internet is, but it doesn’t sound like it could be a tasty treat for Us, so We are not interested. She says there are lots of words for the word wet as you can see for the following list: aqueous, clammy, dank, dewy, drenched, dripping, drizzling, foggy, humid, misty, moistened, muggy, pouring, raining, rainy, saturate, saturated, showery, slimy, slippery, slushy, snowy, soaked, soaking, sodden, soggy, sopping, soppy, soused, stormy, teary, teeming, water-logged, watery, wringing-wet.
Well,mummy says she can add one more word to this list: MAREMMA. She does know that maremma is a noun not an adjective, but she doesn’t care. She is sick of wet maremmas. She is sick of the rain, sick of the mud, and now that spring will be here soon Me and Nellie are starting to shed our heavy winter coats and there is snowy white fur everywhere. All over the floor, all over the deck, all over our beds, all over the garden.
Mummy has a nemesis in the garden. It something called a “stinking iris” and she has been battling it for nearly two years. It has bright orange berries and they seem to be able to live in the soil for ages. Last autumn she went around and got as many of these berries as she could find and destroyed them, but the plant still keeps on growing. When she has a day off work she goes around the garden and weeds this plant and it still keeps on coming. She is determined to beat it. Good luck mummy. Off Me and Nellie go. The neighbours are home and Me and Nellie must go and bark at them to let them know, we know that they are home.