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Our Thanksgiving
Sometimes I forget the holidays, I very much prefer my normal day to day
routine. Then someone tries to invite us to Thanksgiving dinner, or Christmas Eve parties, and I find myself trying to explain that, as much as I appreciate friends trying to include us, I'd rather be home. I think there's only one person in my life that understands, a true friend. The rest shrug their shoulders, looking puzzled. Since it's clear and dry outside, I'm going to spend a little time with the competition dogs, polishing skills and playing our favorite games. Peeka, Janey, Idgie, and Tina are gone now, and I"m very thankful I still have the others. And as I"m working the dogs that are still with me, I'll remember how fast Peeka and Idgie were in the weaves, how damned cute little Teenie Weenie was working the teeter, and how content dear old Jane was watching from the sidelines. I may cry a few tears, missing them so, but Winston will come and jump on my stomach, or Kira will drop a toy at my feet, and we'll play. I"ll be okay, the dogs will make sure of that. I think after we work and play a little, I'll take some dogs down to the river for a walk. Even with all the rain we've had, there's a little shoreline left for exploring. The fall leaves are beautiful, and the sounds of the river and woods bring a sense of peace. We'll come home, I"ll feed the dogs, and wander out into the shop, where Don is welding my new jumps. He's built some beautiful equipment, and these jumps are really nice. Tonight, after our dinner of steak and veggies, we'll watch movies... tripping over sprawling dog bodies on our way to the kitchen for snacks, or drinks. Winston will be on the couch next to me, Kira will be trying to engage _someone in play, Rush will be alternating between barking and napping, and the rest will be sleeping soundly. Our Thanksgiving. The dogs and I wish you all peace, contentment, and full tummies. Debbie Winston, Kira, Nikki, Fluffy, Bug, Jilly, Isis, Rush, and occasionally, Taz. |
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In article ,
Lynn K. wrote: Ditto. It's just about a perfect holiday weekend here. And here, it's just not a holiday without some major system failure in the house. The boiler went out yesterday, but since it's been relatively warm I relied on space heaters rather than calling someone to come out on a holiday. It was fixed this afternoon, and it's always an adventure for the dogs when a repairman comes to the house. Saber can't see well enough to feel comfortable going down the basement stairs, so he lays at the top and rooroos the whole time we're down there. In doing so he blocks access by the other dogs and husky hijinks always ensue. Fortunately it's turning colder overnight and we're expecting snow (Chris must have lost Zeffie and Pablo's booties again), we we're keeping our extremities crossed, our sled rigged, and our skis waxed. -- Melinda Shore - Software longa, hardware brevis - Bad taste is better than no taste -- Arnold Bennett |
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