Merry Christmas fellow dog lovers! I’ll be taking Monday and Tuesday off, so I’m wishing you all felicitous holiday greetings now!
Nothing special happening at Casa de Pulga for Christmas this year. The usual Christmas Eve dinner of kielbasa, pierogi, bigos (sauerkraut soup). Opening gifts around the undecorated tree (no one was motivated to decorate the tree this year – meh).
The dogs have already opened their gifts, courtesy Dogs n Pawz . Thanks so much! They’re Hartz plush squeaky chews.
Patches, as you can see, loves a good squeaky toy. She doesn’t chew up toys, and she doesn’t often play with them, but the squeaker is intriguing. This is about as animated as she gets. And then she’s done.
The chickens and ducks will need to be fed and watered and let out of their coop on Christmas, just like any other day of the week. So in the midst of all the hustle and bustle, I’ll still spend an hour or two outside with the birds. That’s actually comforting, knowing that I can escape the madness that is Christmas. Provided no one follows me outside, wanting to talk or asking me to pick things up.
Speaking of picking things up outside, I found an egg in the middle of the asparagus. The asparagus is surrounded by a chicken wire fence. I have no clue how someone got in, then out, or how long the egg has been there.
I know I feature Patches’ photos here quite frequently, She’s more photogenic than her brother, having more white fur. But yesterday I took my boy Christmas shopping (is there anything more satisfying than a teenager with a job who can do their own Christmas shopping?) and caught Flash being super cute.
Patches is featured more frequently because she likes the front seat in the minivan. For some reason, Flash likes to stretch out along the very back seat, like it’s his own personal bed. He heard something while we were waiting for the boy.
Y’all, I’m going to wish you a Merry Christmas and scoot. There is just so much to be done today. Christmas soup to start, gifts to wrap, scholarships to apply for, house to clean, kids to chauffeur. Stuff. I’m hoping your weekends aren’t as frantic as mine is looking to be. Take a bit of time to yourself. Snuggle with your dog(s). Love on your family. Drink some eggnog. Throw a fruit cake log on the fire. And enjoy a bit of peace this season.
Until I write again …
Flea
