Christmas and treasures

Several of you may recall we found a dog running loose on Christmas day.  After going the usual routes to find the owner, and finding no one, we decided to keep her.  My son named her Macy.  She's an adorable little thing, but within a few days it became apparent that she is not a Christmas dog.  9 rolls of shredded toilet paper later, plus numerous treasures from the garbage can tucked neatly under the dining room table... it appears we do not have a dog on our hands.

I was taking photos this morning for a column I wrote for our local newspaper.  The editor had a moment of temporary insanity and asked me to write a few columns for him.  In this one, I included a link for a recipe of mine called Chow Chow.  Southerners know what Chow Chow is, if you're a Northerner, click on "Gardens" at the top of this page and you'll see the recipe, as well as the column.

While taking photos for the article, I noticed the snowman I was using in the display.  The poor thing had been removed of his arms.  Unbelievably, there they were on the floor, lying in broken pieces, covered in dog slobber.  A friend of mine inspected her teeth, low and behold, several were still un-erupted... so we have a Christmas Puppy on our hands.




I think we'll keep her around another year or two, and see how it goes.  Something I've also said to my children since they were born, and I ended up keeping them... but we'll see...