Here we are once again, glowing with the warmth of eggnog,
getting
all tearful and cuddly for a day or two wishing everybody and their
brother a ‘Happy One.’ A day or two? Really? Yup. Then all those smooshy
sentiments are trashed in favor of year-end deals, exchanges, and ripping down the
kilowatt-sucking ornaments in front of the house (unless you are Gretchen
Wilson or a semblance of her “Red Neck Woman’ who proudly keeps those dreadful
icicle lights up all year ‘round).
Why am I such a scrooge?
Because this is the very time when newly-purchased kittens
and puppies are popped under the tree like a new pair of shoes—fit in, don’t
pinch, and for heaven’s sake, don’t piddle.
Just like department stores having to cram unwanted
gifts back into their year-end inventory, Animal Shelters all around the
country are overwhelmed with Fido and Fluffy who didn’t quite fit the bill.
It’s so sad—yet so preventable. Every year, I hauled
out my excerpt from Pasha’s book to post here – you can read last November's post yourself why not to bring a very confused and often frightened new four-legged member of the family into the throes of these festivities.
Rant over.
Why? Because right now, I have all my lamps on (no more
burning candles in this house ever since Pasha stuck his bushy tail into one!), “Christmas
in the Alps” is playing my favorite holiday songs from my long-lost youth, and I am getting
all smooshy (though not on eggnog, mind you) - just the memories of simpler times. Tromping an hour through deep snow to go to midnight mass, a tree lit with real candles (I never had a pet then), and one or two gifts underneath. One was always, ALWAYS, a much-prized book.
Come to think of it, it is lovely to have a special time of the year to reflect, to be kind, and to be thankful for what we have.
Come to think of it, it is lovely to have a special time of the year to reflect, to be kind, and to be thankful for what we have.
I feel lucky to have my two sweet little rescued
souls right here with me; are they really ten years old already? Time does fly; hence, we better make good use of it.
Oh, and by the way,
Oh, and by the way,
Pasha and Lilliput
do wish all of you a very Merry
Christmas!
And so do I.
Bah! Humbug, my Paw!
Bah! Humbug, my Paw!




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