Twas the Season!

Initially, I was disappointed we wouldn’t be spending Christmas in the desert—lying in the sun, walks on bare earth, decorations hung in a Palo Verde tree—but, you know, being home was a darn fine way to spend the season. The warmth we didn’t have in the weather was made up for by the people we shared time with through the holidays. So, thanks to all of you for making it special.

The non-white, very warm Christmas I was dreaming of.

Things kicked off a few days before Christmas with a trip across the road to visit our very good neighbours, Kerry and Debbie and their two dogs, Coco (an old girlfriend of Logan’s who you might remember from some of his blog posts) and Suki. Oddly, it was pouring rain outside, but inside was cozy and festive. A good time was had by all, human and animal, which begs the question, why don’t we get together more often? (I’ll leave that with the humans to sort out.)

Christmas Day we travelled to Calgary for brunch at my friend Ria’s place (formerly known as the home of G and S). There were pancakes, sausages, and frittata for the humans (which they shared with us) and juicy raw bones for the canines (which we didn’t share with them). I know, not really in keeping with the spirit of giving, but they were very full from their brunch, complaining about overeating, so we didn’t want to add to their discomfort. Thoughtful, right?

Ria and I awaiting the feast.

After brunch, there was a grand long walk up on Nose Hill in north Calgary. It’s a crazy-big park and we wandered for two and half hours in the warm, Christmas Day sunshine. For a winter day in Alberta, it really couldn’t have been any better. I was tired when we reached the car, but even four-year-old Ria was dragging her fluffy butt by the end of that excursion.

Nose Hill walk under Alberta-blue skies.

Boxing Day we were off to Judy’s house. You remember Judy? She’s the one who owns Gidget, the little blonde horse who lives with T and Nollind’s herd of three and, more importantly, always brings me treats. In fact, she gave me this great biscuit for Christmas and, coincidentally, it arrived on the day of my Christmas bath!

Spaw day … funny, right?

This was my first time at Judy’s house but it will hopefully not be my last. This woman knows how to put out a spread. There was so much food with not nearly enough people to eat it all so, guess what, I got turkey, a whole plateful (and a bowl of cat food but I don’t think that was intended). I’m normally a very relaxed house guest but with all of the food sitting out, the bags of Christmas goodies at nose height, and the smell of the resident cat that I never could find, I was a bit of a restless wreck and exhausted (but happy) by the time we got home.

A walk near Judy’s house before our visit.

A few days after Christmas, we were back to Calgary for a dog walk in Bowmont Park with our friend Darren and his dog, Roxie. Roxie hasn’t been real healthy these past few months, in fact they weren’t sure she’d make it to Christmas, but you wouldn’t have known it on that outing. She kept up no problem, only needing one rest stop in the snow. Keep on keeping on, Roxie!

A walk with Roxie and her peep at Bowmont Park.

After the walk, we were off to Nollind’s mom’s house for dinner … and a surprise. A Christmas gift from my grandpa. I don’t know how he managed it, but there it was, a bag just for me, filled with some of my favourite treats. I miss Grandpa Dave, and will think about him every time I eat one of those bacon-flavoured heart biscuits or demolish a plaque buster. Grandma L was quite surprised at how quickly I was able to make a dental chew disappear. She wondered how it could possibly clean my teeth when it barely touches them. A fair question.

Our social life took a breather while T and Nollind finished the renovations on a rental property. Apparently, it was the house they used to live in, back before my time, before Logan’s time. It’s a nice place with a big back yard, but I feel pretty lucky to have come along after they moved to the farm. There’s nothing quite like being a country dog.

All tuckered out after the final day of renovations.

The first week in January, we were off to see more friends, this time on a pretty acreage in the foothills southwest of Calgary. These were friends from the sailing club who invited other friends from the sailing club and, much to my surprise, one of them is a fan of my blog. It is always so exciting to meet someone who reads our stories. Hi Linda! Thanks so much for reading!

And here it is January 10th and the holiday season is behind us. It’s been a blast but, now that it’s over, I am ready to hit the road to Arizona. Problem is, I don’t see any signs of packing. I wonder if it would help if I started dropping hints, like dragging my bed to the porch, putting a few of my toys in a bag, sitting out by the trailer, that sort of thing. I’ll give it a try and let you know how it goes. And, if you have any other suggestions, I’d love to hear them. I thought the impending deep freeze here in Alberta would press them into action but, so far, nothing.

Seriously? Have you seen the forecast? Stop goofing around and hitch up the rig!

If you’re here on the prairies too, bundle up and stay warm! If you’re somewhere south of this Arctic air mass, maybe send my people a photo of you wearing flip-flops, anything to push them in the direction of hitching up and heading out!

Happy New Year!

2020 has been very full so far but I wanted to drop in this first Fur-iday of the new year to wish you good health and piles of happiness as we set out into this new decade.

My year launched with a dog and pony day! T took Storm for the first ride of the 20s and I did my trail dog and grooming support thing. I think I love horse time as much as she does.

The past two days I’ve been part of the rental renovation team in Calgary. Mostly I supervise, take them for a walk when they need a break, and provide moral support. I really should have one of those support dog vests.

We finished early today, and I hear there may be some off-leash time after lunch. Lunch. Mmm… I wonder what we’re having. Whatever it is, I’ll be close to the action. With all this reno stuff in the truck, I’m in the front seat!

Anyway, gotta go. Storm or I will be back next week with a newsier post.

I’ll leave you with a piece of canine wisdom for 2020: live life like somebody left the gate open!

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A Christmas Poem for You

I tried to cleverly insert the word “fur” into Merry Christmas but it just didn’t work so, instead, a Christmas poem…

It’s Christmas time, slow down, don’t hurry,
Spend some time with someone furry.

The greatest gift you’ll ever get,
Is the love of your four-legged pet.

We bring joy to the coldest day,
When winter’s chill seems here to stay.

And curl up nearby on the darkest night,
When Mother Nature steals the light.

And in return we little take,
But care and warmth and maybe…steak?

A Christmas wish was hinted at,
I hope my people read this online chat.

But now I’m getting off the track
And must quickly find my own way back.

To the point herein of this little rhyme
Shared with you at Christmas time.

May the season bring you joyful days,
And love and light that stays and stays.