This here is what the holiday postcard I sent out looked like. Only, imagine that it says “Happy Holidays…” on it, and on the back “….and a grumpy New Year!”
That’s Jake, in a picture taken last year (as in, December 2009). I wanted to have the back say “…and a loony New Year!”, but Fred was afraid that no one would get it.
Jake only put up with being in that hat for about ten seconds before he took off racing madly around the house in a desperate attempt to get it off his head, but luckily I snapped the picture just before he took off.
I sent out 444 postcards this year, so I guess it’s a good thing I ordered 500 of them!
I did display the cards I received – stapled them to ribbons and strung them across the front room – but unfortunately didn’t get any pictures of that. So you can see the cards I received here.
Thank you so much, those of you who requested cards; sending out cards always puts me in the holiday spirit. I hope everyone who requested one received one, and if you haven’t yet, don’t give up hope. They’re on the way to you, I sent ’em myself, and I’m sure they’ll eventually get to you!
Sights from around Crooked Acres.
Switch plate I got for Christmas, now hanging in my bedroom. It bears more than a passing resemblance to Miz Poo.
“WHAT is all this white stuff on the ground?!”
Ninja Squirrel.
“Hi, Lady, hi. You has snack for me? Snack? Snack?”
“Snack?”
“Snaaaaaaaaaaack!”
“Snack over there?”
“Snack? Snack? Snack?”
“Snack over there? No snack over there. Snack?”
George, no dummy, is staring at the pocket from whence all snacks come.
“Why you keep telling us to go frolic in snow? Not “frolic” – SNACK. Snack?”
Having finally gotten their snacks, George and Gracie head off to their eatin’ place under the big tree.
I should have made them Christmas cookies, but they seemed to like the holiday rawhide twists I bought at Target just fine.
Those dogs, despite my many entreaties to “Go frolic in the snow! Frolic Georgie! Frolic Gracie!” just refused to frolic. They had no interest in anything but the snacks I had in my pocket. Brats.
Obviously “Frolic!” is a command I need to teach them.
“HEYYYYY MACARENA!”
(Our little dancer is Bobby Brady.)
Jake, sleeping in the warmest spot in the house. I have no idea why this corner of the kitchen is so warm, but it’s noticeably warmer there than anywhere else. Either Jake or Rhyme is always hanging out over there.