It was way too cold over Christmas, and I didn’t enjoy the weather at all. I’m already ready for spring.
Our dogs are outside dogs and don’t really like being inside except when it’s too cold. Kallie is always an angel, but, even after two and a half years of living with us, Flaco is still basically feral and doesn’t know how to act. I let him sleep with me and that was a mistake. He likes to put his cold, wet nose right against my cheek at night.
He can’t seem to calm down and just sleep, which means I can’t sleep either. He got so worked up from being inside that he barfed on the floor one night, but that was nothing compared to the following night.
On Christmas Eve when we all went to bed, Kallie was in the back bedroom in her bed and Flaco was in my room. At some point during the night, I got up to use the restroom, and of course he followed me. As I was leaving the bathroom, he took off toward Kallie so I just closed my door without him and let him sleep with her.
During the night one or both dogs (and I have a feeling it was only Flaco) jumped up on the dining room table and ate a bunch of Christmas desserts which we left on a tray. Just cookies and fudge and things like that. And he evidently ate a lot of it.
I had set my alarm for 8:30 a.m. on Christmas morning. I wasn’t going to get up at 8:30 because I like to push the snooze button for a while and I knew it would take a long time for Christine to make us all breakfast. As soon as the dogs heard my alarm, they busted my door open and jumped in my bed.
I decided it was time for them to go outside so let them out in the backyard. As I was passing the front door on my way back to my room Ken and Christine were standing there not being able to get in because all the doors were locked. The front door is glass so that scared me to death. I let them in and went back to bed.
Flaco had pooped about 10 times all over the house and my sainted brother had cleaned it all up before I got out of bed about nine. In the dining room, in the family room and several spots under the Christmas tree. Just in case, neither dog was allowed back in. They slept in their bed in the garage on Sunday night.
One good thing did happen. I may have mentioned this before but, before they had children, Ken and Christine gave me a bathrobe which I love. So it’s at least 22 years old and definitely shows it’s age. There are holes in it from both cigarettes and basic old age.
I think they must have bought it at a big and tall man shop. It’s heavy and very long and keeps me warm when I’m outside in the cold. Though I am getting big, I am not now nor have I ever been tall.
Noelia got me a new robe for Christmas and I already love it. It’s heavy and long and it’s just what I needed to replace the old one. Lots of family members have tried to give me new robes in the past but I didn’t like any of them. I’m just rather picky about my robes.
Mom and Dad decided that this was not just a gift for me, but one for the entire family because they don’t have to look at me in my old one anymore.
Then they went one step further and decided it was also a gift for the Lopezes, the Griesbachs and the Weeds because they will never have to see me outside in it again.
I hope all of you had a wonderful Christmas and have either a partying new year or a quiet one. I, for one, will be at home, outside in the driveway in my new robe ringing in the new year with some nice Cabernet Sauvignon. Cheers!
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