Saturday, December 19, 2009

Wishing you Merry Christmas

It's almost Christmas!  We had an ice storm this past week.  Just walking on the deck was treacherous.  The grass crunched when Caesar and I walked and gosh, we couldn't even get up the side of the bank without extra effort. All the trees were covered with ice that looked like something good to eat but wasn't.
   Today, the sun came out and everything is melted and now it's mud!  My favorite thing!
   Except that mom insists we get more baths, not something I like at all.  Caesar doesn't seem to mind but then he has smaller feet, no problem with chronic ear infections and less fur. I'll tell you about those infections and the routine my mom goes through with me twice a week.  Yuk!  But not today.  Today is happy time and I won't even mind getting a shower. I still dry faster than Caesar does.
   So I just wanted to wish you a Merry Christmas from Caesar and me.  His brother Simon and his mom are coming to visit for New Years.  She always brings hoofs!  My favorite thing!  I have to be careful not to drop one in the toilet bowl (which is a great place to hide stuff from Caesar) because once it clogged up the plumbing and my dad had to take apart the whooooole thing and he wasn't very happy.  But hoofs just taste so great and they keep our teeth clean.I'm hoping my mom will put a  hoof in my Christmas stocking.
    My "sister" Katy sent a package from Florida with both our names on it.  Some of the paper ink is smeared now that I've tried to pick it up and shake it the way dog's do, but giving it a good mouthing.  Can't tell what it actually is but it's soft.  OK, soft things are my favorite things too!
   I hope you find both soft and hard chewies in your Christmas stocking and that next year you'll be a nice warm place whether the sun comes out or the world is covered with ice.  Woof!  Woof!  Bo


  1. I hope Christmas was all that you expected, Bo, and a Happy New Year to you and CeCe (and to your mom and dad). My very favourite Christmas present was a canvas frisbee. It's a hoot racing around the yard and snatching it out of the air!

    My mistress always loves to get books (they're everywhere in our house) and a friend gave her one of your mom's that she had never read, "A Gathering of Finches". I think she was more excited about that book than I was about my frisbee. She said something about it building her collection. Now I could tell you about collections. There's my assorted nylabone chew toys, hoofies, shredded towels, precious sticks and branches. Oh, I love collecting! Mom's always muttering and putting them in the garbage but I keep pulling them out and bringing them back. After all, I'm a retriever!

    Happy collecting and chewing! Woof!


  2. Hi Bo! Sounds like you had wonderful Christmas time. Christmas is good. I got a bone. I love bones. I love hoofs too. Mom says hoofs stink but I think they smell GOOD. I eat them. Yum. I came to visit your blog. It's good. We didn't have so good Christmas. We had snow. I love snow! but so much snow that Mom couldn't get the back door open at first and that was bad. I need OUT. I have a yard but it's not as big as yours. Also snow meant Aunt Nancy couldn't come. I love her. She's scared of me because I'm a big Akita. I try not to drool, and I can't help if my hair comes off -- I like to put my hair and my scent on the people I love. I can't help it if my teeth are big and sharp either. I think it's a good thing because it means I get bones. Did I say I love bones? I love bones. I'm glad to meet you. Maybe Mom will let me have my own blog. She calls me a snow-dog. I hate hot summer. I love snow and winter. Wow. I roll in the snow. I hate baths too, but I love mud! It's the best. No, snow is best. But mud is good! Bye for now!
    Kimiko the Akita girl