Mornin all!
Merry Christmas , (yes I'm late , Yes I'll take than stale piece of pie , thank-yee.)
Happy Boxing Day.
No , that does not mean fisticuffs over the clearance items .
Found my bliss in the wee hours outside.
Single digit (F.) windchill , quite as hoped for , it always is , eventually.
Snapped at the wind driving snow sideways with my teeth. And smiled when it shifted direction as if on cue. But , nature don't really take cues...
Dogs had em a good time. Well some did. Tissue wrapped toys and goodies. Ten dogs made for quite a pile of tissue paper.
One former grand champion was feeling out of sorts and ignored the chaos. He is doing better with soft food being his last two feedings , but being watched closer.
Suspicion is that he hopped on the coffee table and swallowed who knows what a while back.
And another , the "old man" wanted on my lap to watch is all. Poor dog , might be his last Christmas , but one never knows for sure. He ate some treats though.
He's still in bed. I let him stay sometimes after his breakfast and he won't holler for me for hours.
But , I make him get up other days to break the habit/routine.
He's one I'd have to chase down with the golfcart when he was young and would dig out and go on the hunt/prowl.
Down to around ten or less pounds now , and stiff and sore hind quarters. Including a tendon that pops around it's slot instead of in it. I massage him a little on tough days.
Take it easy old man. I got cha.
The bulldogs first Christmas . He got a peanut butter filled bone in his crate during the other dogs gift openings. Lives were spared that way , or at least body slams were.
He had fun though. He received a big teddy bear he mauled with gusto. And a flat nylon bone that fits his jaws well. He paraded that around showing it off , and repeatedly offering me a taste that I politely declined each time.
Last night outside before his bedtime I'd tell him to "Go!", (meaning potty).
He'd tear around at top speed in the snow instead a couple times. His way of having fun still.
Took a while to get him housebroke , but he has been great about no accidents , or deliberate messes in the house since.
I just need to keep him out till he's ready for bed. Usually by being out with him.
A mountain of dirty dishes awaits.
No machine here for such , (hey ,Santa?) and I was too full of sugar and spice and food that's nice , to start on them last night beyond a quick soap and rinsing of them well.
A new toaster snuck in. Maybe Santa figured it's as good as an automatic dishwasher. (Or he just doesn't want to find space for and then install an automatic dishwasher.)
Big long slot for long slices.
Glass window on the side so you can watch the toast burn. So of course I burned a piece this morning trying to set the burn amount feature/control..
The spring designed for long slices , popped that single small piece up so far I was lucky to catch it before it landed in the trash near the counter...Fun! I like it.
