Not a whole lot happening as we approached the coming Yuletide. Sue was scheduled to work on Christmas Eve during the early service at Garland Presbyterian, but other than that, not much going on as far as we could see - but who knows the future?
Sue had agreed to be available for dog sitting, for 3 small dogs that belonged to a friend who was going up to New York for a visit, leaving Christmas Day. The text came in on Christmas Eve, "Could we drop the dogs off a bit earlier than planned, so we don't miss our flight?" Of course the answer was "Sure".
I saw three dogs come sailing in, come sailing in, come sailing in
I saw three dogs come sailing in,
On Christmas Day in the Morning..
(or so goes our version of the ole Christmas carol)
We were up to receive our canine charges at 7:50 AM on Christmas Day. This is as early as we've ever been up on Christmas Day, even including when our kids were little.
In comes Cooper, a black and white, small sheep dog kind of guy with hair hanging down in his eyes.
In comes Bella, a mystifying mix of schnauzer-dachshund or something that created a sawed-off fuzzy meatloaf kind of body that snorts an awful lot.
In comes Pebbles, a chihuahua with translucent skin and near constant shivering.
The dogs have all been here before, and so with minimal anxiety, they settle into circulating around our feet or testing the boundaries and trying to get up on the people furniture. A few dog accessories are then brought in, and then the owner, her teenage daughter and her Chinese exchange student in tow, they disappear like St. Nick to catch a flight at DFW Airport.
We grab some breakfast and look to the base of our Christmas tree to move on to see what gifts have arrived over the past days, all the while munching on candy from within the recess of our stocking hanging from the mantle place.
After breakfast, the dogs invite themselves to be a part of the festivities and help us unwrap our gifts found under the boughs of the Christmas tree.
Sue had agreed to be available for dog sitting, for 3 small dogs that belonged to a friend who was going up to New York for a visit, leaving Christmas Day. The text came in on Christmas Eve, "Could we drop the dogs off a bit earlier than planned, so we don't miss our flight?" Of course the answer was "Sure".
I saw three dogs come sailing in, come sailing in, come sailing in
I saw three dogs come sailing in,
On Christmas Day in the Morning..
(or so goes our version of the ole Christmas carol)
We were up to receive our canine charges at 7:50 AM on Christmas Day. This is as early as we've ever been up on Christmas Day, even including when our kids were little.
In comes Cooper, a black and white, small sheep dog kind of guy with hair hanging down in his eyes.
In comes Bella, a mystifying mix of schnauzer-dachshund or something that created a sawed-off fuzzy meatloaf kind of body that snorts an awful lot.
In comes Pebbles, a chihuahua with translucent skin and near constant shivering.
The dogs have all been here before, and so with minimal anxiety, they settle into circulating around our feet or testing the boundaries and trying to get up on the people furniture. A few dog accessories are then brought in, and then the owner, her teenage daughter and her Chinese exchange student in tow, they disappear like St. Nick to catch a flight at DFW Airport.
We grab some breakfast and look to the base of our Christmas tree to move on to see what gifts have arrived over the past days, all the while munching on candy from within the recess of our stocking hanging from the mantle place.
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| Christmas Tree Oh Christmas Tree How Sweet are Your Branches |
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| Christmas Morning Santa Has Come and Gone |
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| Christmas Breakfast Some "Red Wolf" Pancakes Smelling of Cinnamon, Ginger and Nutmeg |
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| Santa has stuffed some treats in our stockings |
After breakfast, the dogs invite themselves to be a part of the festivities and help us unwrap our gifts found under the boughs of the Christmas tree.
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| Dog-Sitting Pebbles & Friends Over Christmas DAy and Beyond |
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| I asked for slippers I got Armadillo slippers! How Sweet |
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| Say "cheese!" The perennial Christmas theme for Sue: Cheese Making |
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| This year Sue gets the makings and equipment for Goat Cheese |
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