Snow started falling at 7:30 last night, and we woke up to see the deck covered in 4 inches of snow.
We sent Hannah out to shovel a path for us. She worked really hard as the snow kept falling. We took a deep breath and took a run for it before we lost our bravery. It was nasty out there! The forecast calls for 8 inches of snow and winds of 35 mph starting tomorrow; I'm bummed already. I hope you are all staying safe and warm while this winter storm moves through the nation. Brrrrrrr!
I thought it would never come, but it did! And I was nice, all the way up to Christmas morning and even throughout the day.And so I got a present! Even though it was for me, I was good and shared with Fig and Tad. The Santa was so much fun to chew. If you read Tad's blog, he'll say it was his gift, but it wasn't. It was mine, but I was good and let him think it was his.
Then this cute little girl came to visit, and I said it was okay for her to get in the crate. She pretended to be a dog and said "woof" in a funny kind of way. We had a little snow and I shared my pillow with Tad and my rug with Fig. And I shared my love with my aunt. I snuggled in and let her hold me really tight. I hope you all had a very merry Christmas, too!
Presents are piling up under the tree, and I'm trying to figure out which ones are for me.
Team effort is required to read the tags, so Fig and Tad keep watch while I scope out what's way in the back. What does this say? Better be good, better watch out, better be nice cause Santa is coming to town?
Yikes! I'm heading to the manger to take a nap and praying for a silent night. I can't blow it when Christmas is just 4 days away.
Can you see me? I love it here. It's Tad's crate, and it sits in the kitchen in direct sunlight.
Since T-Pole has some "naughty, bad dog" tricks, Motch is taking no chances. It's a new rule that came into effect when he moved in: when the last person leaves for the day, Tad goes to jail because Motch doesn't want any puddles and droppings in the house. (She says to thank you, Fleas Gang, for being concerned that I don't pick up his bad habits.) Tad doesn't think it's so bad to get locked up because he gets a carrot --- and then he doesn't howl.
But when he is free, it's my turn! I like it in here! Sometimes Fig and Tad are a bit too much for me, and I like my space. Before they came, I was alone for most of the day, and I liked it that way. So when I get the chance, I slip inside and enjoy the quiet and solitude.
Pretty perceptive on the part of Petra Pot Pie, wouldn't you say?
Oh my goodnes, I just don't know what to say. There is no excuse for being gone for so long. None whatsoever. No family crisis. No personal issues. Not a word to say. Motch has been lazy, lazy, lazy and that's the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
To catch you up on some news: my grandma is home from the nursing home and doing okay, except she's not as strong as she thought she'd be by now. She's kind of discouraged about that. She's coming to our house for Thanksgiving, and I think I'll let her share her food with me to cheer her up.
Speaking of home, that's an area that has expanded where I live. Hannah and Leah and FIG and TAD are ALL living with me right now! I'm learning new things from them; every so often you'll hear ME growl first when someone rings the doorbell. I'm still the littlest one, and I'm learning to take care of myself. It's hard work, and I don't get as much sleep as I used to, so I walk around with droopy eyes alot. Both girls have both modified their beds so that I can climb up and down on them (they got tired of listening to me chirp when I was left behind). My appetite is growing, too, because if I don't eat my food, guess who will? So I eat twice a day now, really fast...food that I didn't like a month ago.
Anyway, enough rambling for now. I am happy, life is good, and I hope you all have a Happy Thanksgiving!
I'm an eleven pound Boston Terrier who loves to play and chew. Born on JULY 14, 2007, I was taken to my furever home on November 11, 2007. I live with my mom (Motch) and dad (P.A.) and my boy. My niece is Fig and my nephew is Tad and they belong to Massah.
And this, friends, is the story of my life as it unfolds.