I wish I could say that I'm getting into the full swing of Christmas. There are two trees up in the house, snowman ornaments adorning corners and walls, a village filling the living room alcove on two tiers and even a few gifts wrapped under the tree. There is a big pink stocking with gold letters spelling "Princess" with the hand knit stockings for the boys waiting for dog cookies and toys sitting in the glass cabinet. It looks Christmassy but its just not feeling that way. The sad thing is the only spark of the Season's spirit was when it dived to twenty below and we had wind chill warnings. Yep that's when I wanted to go shopping. There is something about a cold snowy wind battering you about that says "Christmas" to me. It's just not the same when the weather isn't turning your face red and filling your nose. I blame it on the fact that at heart, I am a child of the north.
On the other hand, being locked int the house with four male dogs and a princess in heat isn't helping the matter either. I figure the pictures in my previous post was most likely the day she started. Yeah...I'm praying to every God and Goddess imaginable she will be done by say...Christmas. When somebody asks me what I want for Christmas, I say a gift certificate to the vets. Then I get a blank stare and a "No, really?" and I say, "Yes, really." I'm not sure Hubby's idea of Bondage included a Beagle at the end of the leash.
We have an un-neutered twelve year old Corgie/Sheltie cross. We didn't neuter him because of his age (Yes stupid us.) Now Patches is fenced and never leaves the property without a leash or human (Oddly enough if the fence is accidently wide open he is hiding, too many years of roaming I think) The idea of Ceagles running around the house scares me. So Good Girl is on a leash in between Mommy and Daddy all night. Of course Hubby feels for Patches while I am in sympathy with Gigi. And no, the idea of putting Patches in a separate room is out of the question, even though I have asked it several nights in a row. It wouldn't be fair to the dog according to Hubby.
Yes, life around this house has been fun. That aside, I have to brag about my daughter who was exempt from two exams. One of them being mathematics. Now those smarts definitely come from my side of the family. I can't claim the sweetness (that would be lying) but I sure as hell will on the brains (and the looks too).
Hubby asked me to make out a Christmas list. I sat with two things on a piece of paper for an hour trying to figure out what I wanted. I need clothes, kitchen stuff but those things I can get through out the year. I thought of perfume but where do I go and where I go I can't where perfume. I finally figured out why I was having such a hard time. Curled up beside me in the crook of my legs was Gigi. I looked down at her beautiful brown eyes and realized we have a Beagle in the house for Christmas. And I have the ripped tags, chewed gifts and scrambled tree to prove it.
