Christmas Dogs Must Be Blogged

Presenting.......

The Grand-Dogs !!

Lisa's adorable Penny

Smokey, Jon and Zenny's brand new pup

Stephanie's two,

Chloe and Sanchez

Chloe

.....my sister's dogs......

 Blakey

Lukey as a pup

and my girl........

 Jasmine,

looking rather melancholic

Not to forget Pup,

looking regal in his Christmas hat

some years ago~

forever missed,

always remembered

Christmas Dogs Must be Blogged

This little girl, Penny Joy, is the new light of Lisa's life. Such a sweet little face! She arrived as "the best Christmas present ever" from a dear friend of Lisa's, after her former person, sadly, died unexpectedly. She is eighteen months old, and from what I have observed, has made the transition to fully bonding  with Lisa very easily.

I went over to visit her yesterday with a little bag of doggy treats and toys for her, which she took immediate possession of, warning the kitten away with a few muttered little grrrrr's in the back of her throat. But then she and the kitten raced and tumbled around like two puppies. So adorable.

Here is Blakey, who kept his hat on for one-second intervals, while being tempted with liver bits, in a rather wild attempt to get one functional photo.

Noella, so named because she was a Christmas puppy thirteen years ago, wearing the obligatory antlers. Noey is showing signs this may be her last Christmas, sadly. We will make it such a good one.

I cant wait to give them all their new stuffies - a talking pig and a singing pig among them! There will be excitement at Dogs R Us, this Christmas Eve!



Christmas Dog

Good morning, kids. This is bad little Blakey, who keeps the memory - and obstreperous behavior! - of Pup alive at our house. He is registering the same offended dignity that Pup did at donning the Christmas hat. But he looks so cute we just cant help it. He has a new red and white collar with bells too this year.

At my house, this morning, Il Divo is singing Christmas tunes, there is a foggy morning outside which tells me both sides of the island are sunny and glorious, we expect snow somewhere over the weekend, and I need to start getting packages ready to send away.

Christmas is such fun!

Christmas Dogs

Hi kids, I was thinking of this poem this morning, written for last year's Christmas, when everyone and their dogs (literally) came home for Christmas, to my teensy trailer. It was pretty hilarious, lots of cackles. It was the old Pupster's last Christmas, too, and we all knew it. He only lived a couple of weeks past Christmas. I decided to post it, to give us all a smile this morning, as the last days of November fade away, and we turn our thoughts to this year's Christmas.

This year, everyone isn't coming home. Lori and I will have our Christmas on Christmas Eve, and then I will bus down-Island to be with Steph and Gord in Victoria on Christmas Day. Here is what it was like last Christmas Eve in my little trailer:

THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS AT MY HOUSE

The stockings aren’t hung.

It should be no surprise.
In today’s economy,
Santa has to downsize.


The Walmart shoppers
have slowed to a trickle.
If you’re not done by now,
you’re in a real pickle.


Jeff crashes in and out
to the front porch to smoke.
Jon groans:
“Trying to sleep
in this house is a joke”


In the living room Steph and Gord,
tucked in their bed,
watch dreams of a night’s sleep
die in their head.


Jeff’s back! Reaching for
the doorknob with glee.
Five dogs raise their heads:
“Oh, it’s time to go pee!”


Walking dogs in the dark,
I fall in the ditch.
This Christmas gig
can be a real b-tch!


Mother Hubbard arrives
to prepare the big feast.
How’ll she ever turn
lentils and beans
to Roast Beast?


Old Dog thinks he’s died
and gone straight to Dog Hell,
and his owner suspects
she has gone there as well.
Sixteen humans
are coming for dinner
and bringing eight dogs.
Someone’s a real winner!


I’m the old woman
who lives in a shoe.
We’ll have to hang ‘em on pegs
or else go somewhere new.


Two hundred inches
of rain falling down:
Here’s hoping Santa
and his reindeer don’t drown.


I can make it till Christmas
is over, I think,
especially if you pour me
one more little drink ;)