One night I had to sit all by myself because Diana was wrapping gifts for everyone. I tried begging to get on her lap, but she said she was busy and I would have to make do. See my sad face. Sheesh, what does it take to break her?
|Miffed and not afraid to show it|
|Work the eyes - Work the eyes|
The next day she came home early and we started baking cookies. I love cookies. Diana’s friend from the office made some just for me. Just for me and "nodoggie" else. Wow!
On Friday the 24th, things got super busy. Michael got out the vacuum. I hate that nasty machine. I barked and barked, but it never listens to me. Just swishes around and around the rooms doing its business. By early evening, all the food was in the oven.
Can you guess what we had for dinner? Homemade Mac & Cheese, made with fresh Beechers cheese that Diana picked up at Pike Place Market.
BAKED CHEESE! BAKED CHEESE! BAKED CHEESE!
OMD. I was going crazy smelling it. Oh, yeah we had lots of other stuff like fancy ham and green beans with almonds, spinach salad and special potatoes too. But, really who cares? BAKED CHEESE!
Door Bell. Door Bell. Bark, Bark, Bark. Door Bell. Door Bell
I often act like the world is coming to an end and attack the door when it rings. This time, when Michael answered the door, I started jumping and running around. It was Hank Bacon, Katey the Pug, Diana’s Mom, Sister and Niece. Sweet. A full house of my bestest friends in the whole world. Oooh, exciting!
Katey the Pug is very old, nearly 15 human years. What is that in doggie years?…hmmm…1st year is 14, 14 next years are 7 each, add them together and you get - oh, wow, it would be rude to tell a ladies age…never mind…
Katey wanted to rest in my pink bed until she got her energy back. I was ok with that ‘cause she is kind of like my Grandma. The ride from her house was very tiring for her, but she seemed glad to be there and not her usual “slightly grumpy from her aches and pains” self. Hank and I ran around and around and up the stairs and down and around again until we couldn’t catch our breath.
Everyone sat around for a while drinking from special glasses, eating and laughing a lot.
The music was playing and Michael was snapping pics of all the decorations. All of a sudden, Diana said it was time to open Pup gifts.
|Mac & Cheese - Right in the Middle. Oh, yeah!|
Diana’s sister sat with us on the floor and helped us open our gifts. It was so much fun.
Here is a picture of my loot. I got three chew toys and two balls, plus a funny Santa coat and a sweet rain coat with reflector tape so I don’t get run over on my walkies. I also got some stupid toothpaste and a toothbrush. For a dog, that’s like getting socks and underwear. Boring…………..
The next morning, I got another present. A car ride. My favorite activity in the whole world. Seriously, it is.
We went to Grandma Mary's house for brunch and I got to stay all day with Diana's Sister and play while Diana and Michael went to Michael’s family holiday events. I didn’t get to go. They have two HUGE Golden Retrievers named Teddy and Rosie and they didn’t want me to get hurt with all the activities going on because their two pups are really big and I’m kinda little.
I didn’t mind. See, I’m totally stoked about staying with Diana’s sister - so much so that I forgot my manners and jumped up on the sofa. Grandma Mary doesn’t care. She lets me do as I please.
2010 was a very nice year, mostly. We did loose our dear buddy, Zeus the Pug, in the summer. He was a very good boy and I liked him very much. Grandma Mary is still very sad. But on the up side, Hank Bacon and I were rescued and became part of the family and Katey the Pug is still with us. Hank was badly abused by two different families in the last year before finally catching some forever luck and getting adopted into this family. He is working on trusting humans and doing an amazing job. I have my lust for life back and am working on a couple of things (ahem…I don’t really see why they think leash aggression is a problem) but overall I am doing great.
2011 can only be better. There is no turning back now.