Dogs on Thursday

This week's Dogs on Thursday post features Emma and Tara enjoying their Christmas bones.

No, not bones as in from an animal, bones from Nylabone. We love our Nylabones! Look at how they hold their bones in their little hands. How smart is that? I am cursed with blessed with smart dogs.

Tara is exhausted. Chewing new bones is hard work!

Surprise Package!

I came home from work yesterday (yes, I had to work on a Saturday - the Saturday before Christmas, even) and found this package from Nichole. How very thoughtful!

That is a brittany keyring with doggie charms on it, a couple of magnets, some book marks, and a card. Here is a close-up of the keyring. It's a brittany!
How could Nichole have known that I would be in desperate need of just such a pick-me-up? Did she know I had to work on a Saturday? Did she know the heater in the basement kept me awake last night, banging and groaning all night long? Did she know that I would wake up (after a very little bit of sleep) to a cold house with no hot water? Did she know the heater guy (who came right out to the house, bless him) said it's probably a cracked thing-a-ma-jiggy or a faulty wacha-ma-callit, and that he would replace a couple of valves and re-route some pipes, but to watch the heater for further problems, because it might need replacing? The whole thing. The whole friggin' system.

Enough of that...must think happy thoughts. How about a picture? Yes, that's the ticket. This is a shot of Emma playing "Princess and the Pea".

That pile of dog beds is normally in the corner where the Christmas tree is now. We moved the beds out of the way so the tree could go there, but "out of the way" was temporarily "in the middle of the room." Emma has decided that she is pleased with the new arrangement, and would like the beds to stay in the middle of the room forever and ever. As soon as you walk into the room, she races in ahead of you and pounces on the piled up dog beds as if to say "Don't you even THINK of moving my beds." How cute is that? Who could make her move? Not me.

Special Guest for Dogs on Thursday

Emma and Tara had a special guest over tonight. This is little Alexis Sophia, and she is 5 weeks old. Emma thinks babies smell great. Tara thinks babies are a little scary and did not want to get close enough to get her picture taken with little Lexi.


Mom came over, too. Just try and keep her away from a baby. It can't be done. She has extra special radar and knows when there is a baby within a 5 mile radius.

Even dad came to see the baby. Anyone who knows him will be shocked at this picture:
Yes, that is dad holding an actual baby. A baby that has the potential to leak fluids (or worse) from any given orifice. This is the man that says that baby slobber is like battery acid - it ruins everything it touches. This must be a very special baby, indeed.

Mommy's Little Helper

Tomorrow we are all going to my boss' house for lunch for our Christmas party, so this afternoon I wrapped and packaged up the gifts for my coworkers. Of course, I had help. This is a shot of Emma's final inspection of the bags before they went out the door. Rest assured that she was fully involved in the wrapping every step of the way. Such a good little helper.

Also, finally a finished object:

Yes, another pair of Jaywalkers. Love the pattern! I just stuck them on the wreath to get a picture of them, but I think they look nice there. Maybe next year I'll make a whole bunch of mini socks and pin them around the wreath. Wouldn't that be cute? Not that I'll ever really get around to it, but it would be cute!

Special Dogs on Thursday

I read this on Nichole's blog, who got it from Chan. Both are fellow "dog moms", or as my dad would say, "fellow wackos". He means that in the most affectionate way, of course. He talks tough, but he's really just a softie at heart! Anyway, I just wanted to pass this along.


Forgotten Dog's Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds
With no thought of the dog filling their head.
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap
Knew he was cold but didn't care about that.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter!
Away to the window I flew like a flash
Figuring the dog was free of his chain and into the trash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear
But Santa Claus - with eyes full of tears

He un-chained the dog, once so lively and quick.
Last year's Christmas present, now painfully thin and sick.
More rapid than eagles he called the dog's name
And the dog ran to him, despite all his pain.

"Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and VIXEN!
On, COMET! on CUPID! on, DONNER and BLITZEN!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Let's find this dog a home where he'll be loved by all.

I knew in an instant there would be no gifts this year
For Santa Claus had made one thing quite clear.
The gift of a dog is not just for one season.
We had gotten the pup for all the wrong reasons.
In our haste to think of the kids a gift
There was one important thing that we missed.

A dog should be family, and cared for the same
You don't give a gift, then put it on a chain.
And I heard him exclaim as he rode out of sight
"You weren't given a gift! You were given a LIFE!"

Author Unknown

Please think twice (three times, four times, a hundred times) before getting a dog or cat (or any furry, feathery or finny creature) as a Christmas present. They are precious little souls, totally dependant on their humans, and deserve only the best that we can give them.

Getting in the Christmas Spirit

Tonight after work, I went over to mom & dad's house and we turned this...


...into this!
The recipe is in the December issue of "Ladies Home Journal". It's just a plain old peanut butter cookie dough, decorated with red M&Ms, mini chocolate chips, and pretzel pieces! Mom is going to take them to a cookie exchange at her church tomorrow night. Here she is packaging the cookies for transport.
Why is she using the dust buster? Well, one of the cookies broke, and there were crumbs in the bottom of the box. You can't have crumbs in the bottom of your cookie box. Everybody knows that. No, she is not a neat freak or anal retentive in any way. Not at all...

Here are some of the cookies that didn't make the cut. Oh, the carnage.

I have a "no-food-with-a-face" rule, but made an exception for these yummy cookies.

Meet Sardi

My niece Jenny sent me this picture of one of the cats at Tabby's Place where she works. This is Sardi, snuggled up on a blanket that Criquette made for her.

Sardi says "Thanks, Criquette. The lovely green blankie really sets off the color of my eyes. Oooops, eye." No, she is not winking. She only has one eye. This poor kitty has had a rough time of it, but thankfully is now in a lovely cat sanctuary, cared for by wonderful people. Click here to read more of Sardi's story.

Playing in the Snow

Yesterday we got our first (and hopefully last, but that's just wishful thinking on my part) snowfall of the season. I was only supposed to be an inch, but it was at least a foot. Well, maybe six inches...or more like four. Yes, four inches. Definitely 3 inches. That might not seem like much to you New Englanders or Minnesotans, but did you not read yesterday's post? I was traumatized at an early age. Trauma, I tell you. And that was back when they were still testing Prozac on lab mice.

Anyway, for this week's Dogs on Thursday, I wanted to take some pictures of Emma and Tara in the hateful snow. So, this morning before I bravely drove myself(!!!) to work, I snapped these pictures in the backyard. You will have to trust me that those blurry figures are really Emma and Tara. They love the snow. Why wouldn't they - they don't have to drive in it! They run around it in like they're being chased by demons.

Silly, silly girls!

SNOW is a four letter word

I suppose it was inevitable that the warm weather we have been experiencing would give way to more seasonal temperatures. When it is December, that means S-N-O-W. We don't say the word out loud - that's how much I hate the stuff. Don't get me wrong - it's pretty, and if I didn't have to drive in it, I wouldn't care if it snowed from now until Easter. When it comes to driving, though, I'm a serious snow-phobic. I can trace it back to the winter after I got my driver's license, and my dear Dad took me out to an abandoned parking lot and taught me how to drive in it. Skidding, fast braking and snow banks were involved. And tears...lots of tears. That was [cough, cough, sputter] years ago, and I'm still terrified when those evil flakes start falling from the sky. How lucky am I, though, that to this day, I just have to call him up and he will drive me to work. Lucky...try spoiled! What can I say - he's the best!

Anyway, I made it safely home from work tonight without wigging out (God Bless Prozac!) and thought I'd share some pictures I took this afternoon at work. This is the view from the front of the Museum.

And this is the fountain in the courtyard.
Pretty stuff, yes, but I would be thrilled beyond belief if I never again saw another freakin' snow flake!

Happy Cats...

...and a happy niece. My niece Jenny came home for the weekend, so I gave her the cat treats and snuggly blanket that Criquette sent to me for the cats at Tabby's Place. Thanks Criquette! The kitties say "Meow, meow, meow - Thanks, Criquette!"


Now for an update on another happy kitty. Do you remember the stray cat Joey that has been hanging around? Well, I am 100% against having "outside" cats. I have always thought that if you're going to have a cat, it should be inside.

That said, I think I have an "outside" cat. That's what happens when you start feeding strays, I guess. He is now dependant on us, but my sister is terribly allergic to cat hair, and Emma and Tara think a cat is nothing but a a big squirrel (and they HATE squirrels) so Joey cannot come inside the house. What to do...what to do? Last winter Joey would show up a couple of times a week, so we lined an old dog house with hay & blankets for the times he would stay in the area overnight.

This year, Joey knows which side of the bread is buttered, so to speak, and I don't think he has stepped foot off the property in months. Why would he? Three meals a day. Count 'em - THREE. He's a pig! Where is he sleeping? In a castle! Well, it's really the garage, but he thinks it's a castle. He has his own cushy bed with a heating element, and a heat lamp over his bed to take the chill off. Dad even put in an outlet dedicated to Joey's use. It is just the right height for his bed's and heat lamp's electric cords. Here is Joey in all his glory:

By the way, he thinks he should be called "Joseph" now. He says it better fits his elevated station in life. Inside the house, it is a chilly 60 degrees in one zone, and 56 degrees in another. I'm huddled next to the pellet stove, which is the only place in the house where my fingers are warm enough to knit, but if you go out in the garage and put your hand on Joey's Joseph's tummy, he is as warm as a piece of toast. A piece of buttered toast. With jelly.

Finished objects to report!

Yes, indeed-y! Instead of casting on for another pair of socks, I finished not one.....

but TWO pair!

I had never used either yarn before, and like them both a lot. The first pair is made with Cherry Tree Hill yarn from my SP10 Eve. The second pair is made with Austermann Step. My niece Jenny picked out the yarn from The Wooly Lamb in Pennington, NJ, and because she's kind of quirky and a bit of a nut (in a good way!) I made the socks fraternal instead of identical. Yes, I'm a wild and crazy girl.