|04-02-2014 11:11 PM|
Here in Michigan I think they are usually called a breezeway, but that is usually a glassed-in connection to the garage. Whatever the people before us called it, my dogs have turned it into our mudroom!
|04-02-2014 10:59 PM|
My breezeway is between the house and garage, unheated, concrete floor(tiled) and we winterized it, put in a heat duct and I now call it my birdroom. My Senegal and African Grey are in it with a dog crate and a bunch of plants.
Mud gets tracked in....
|04-02-2014 10:55 PM|
Isn't a breezeway technically the unheated room between your garage and your house?
I have a friend who calls her mudroom a breezeway and I always slip up calling it a mudroom so she has to correct me, you mean the breezeway. No it's not a breezeway if it's got a wood stove in and it's insulated and all sealed up like a room. It's the mudroom. The room you keep your mud!
|04-02-2014 09:18 PM|
|Juliem24||When I lived in Indiana, I heard the breezeway referred to as "the dog trot".|
|04-02-2014 07:13 PM|
It's not so much the mud that I don't like, it's the FUR shedding!!
Thankfully, our dog doesn't mind being vacuumed. LOL.
|04-02-2014 07:07 PM|
|KHLOE||UGH Mud Season My little girl has dandruff and I would love to go a week without giving her a bath 2/3 times but when there is mud...She MUST roll in it.|
|04-02-2014 07:00 PM|
I, too, look forward to the hummingbirds. But where we used to live, on a flood plain, the chorus frogs were the earliest sign of spring we had. I drove out there yesterday just to hear them. They're great!
|04-02-2014 06:18 PM|
|Jakesworld||Oh how lucky are you? We've had mud and rain for the last 4- 5 months straight ( except for the occasional snow and freeze. But the dogs have managed to stay outa it pretty much. But, the hummingbirds have arrived ! And that's my own personal sign that spring has sprung.|
|04-02-2014 05:47 PM|
I call it a breezeway too, but thats where the dogs go when they're muddy! It is finally mud season!!! Hope it turns to green season asap!
|04-02-2014 05:43 PM|
You know it's for real...
Spring, that is! And you know it's really here with the first muddy dog you hose down! I hooked it up and hosed down Sir Orick, who had turned into the MUD DOG! He wasn't happy about it, but I was ecstatic. Dogs are now in the mud room, Orick trying to lick himself dry, Jade howling because she doesn't think SHE should have to be there, after all...
Oops--I misspoke myself. They are in the BREEZEWAY. We moved here last October (from out in the country), and we are surrounded by (nice) neighbors older than me. Mary, neighbor on the left, corrected me when I mentioned the mud room one day. "Sweetie," she said. "We call that the breezeway." I stand corrected. She is also the lady who asked me a few weeks ago, "Sweetie, don't you like small dogs at all?" as she picked up her ****zu-poo, whatever, while Jade was trying to figure out how she could snatch the little dustmop through the fence...
Jade, stop howling in the BREEZEWAY!