Realization

As I spent Tuesday evening after a long day's work, in the grocery store, standing in the feminine product aisle for what seemed like an eternity trying to decide just which pantiliner would best suit a small dog diaper, I realized that I need to redirect some focus. I am going to spend the winter catching up on life and working on some new dog training tactics, for if I don't, I fear that I will become that "famous writer in the mental institution that runs around with a butterfly net."

Til we meet again in spring, where you'll most likely find me at http://www.NutsAndGoats.blogspot.com

Helloooooo Ladies

View out the living room windows...the deer are eating bread that we threw out for the birds.

Real Sled Dogs Wear Booties

Merry Christmas, from our manger to yours

...FIVE untrained dogs!

....FOUR reckless goats

.....THREE barn cats

......TWO tired humans

.......and a llama that despises the horse!

Thank You to the Santa's Helpers

I'm not going to go into much detail as to why the shout out to all of our friends and coworkers-"Santas"-who helped us deliver presents on behalf of the large, round, jolly one, but wanted to let them know our mission was accomplished.

 

A few weeks back an "elf" delivered an envelope to me that had been addressed to Santa Clause, The North Pole.  The letter had a very polite letter with tiny cut outs from a newspaper ad showing just which toys this young man wanted. The boy also mentioned that if Santa couldn't afford all of the presents, that it was okay to get "half."

 

From a few generous donations and a bit of our own allowance we purchased all items on the child's list; boy, I sure hope that kid was good or his parents are going to have a hard time with him and all the gifts!  Try to explain that to a naughty child. What incentive will he have in the future, to be "nice?" Oh well, not my problem. 

 

We dropped a large cardboard box off at the house and told the person who answered the door NOT to open the box in front of the child, thereby dispelling the Santa myth prematurely.  They wouldn't have known what might have been in that box until we drove away.  Pretty fun surprise, eh?

 

Thanks again to all...and to all a good night! er.... I must have slipped into a different story there...

Visions of Sugar Plums Danced in their Heads

Decorating Committee

The Decoration Committee sat back to admire their work before the lighting ceremony.