Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Thursday, December 26, 2013
Monday, December 9, 2013
Family occasions often remind me of one of my favorite cartoonists, George Booth. Such mayhem. Christmas 2013 will be rife with Booth. For the past 22 years, we've had dinner with our neighbors. The kids grew up together, (well, they got drunk together...) and dinner at the Bartletts is de rigueur. This year I agreed to watch my brother's two dogs (a bull dog and a large chocolate lab) for that week. My son leaves his two (pitbull and loon)dogs Christmas Eve through Christmas dinner. And my daughter will be bringing her rescue pitbull.
48 hours fraught with hilarity, to be sure. But here's the rub. The hostess needs back surgery. She is not allowed to bend over, much less host 14 people for dinner.
Last time we had it at our house, it didn't go so well. So much so that no one suggested having it here again. I'm sure it will be far better this time. What could be more festive than five quarrelsome dogs circling the roast beast?
Sunday, December 1, 2013
Sibley, who I thought was the 'good' dog, has freaky leaping skills. From a dead standstill, she can levitate up and over our fence. Usually she performs this act in pursuit of a dog, a deer, a squirrel or maybe a passing butterfly. She also tends to shred the hand that feeds her. All in good fun.
Sam, my son's other dog, is a nudge. If he's not barking or baying, he's grumbling. I want to tell him to go read a book.
On the other hand, both Sibley and Sam are excellent cuddlers. My black lab was more of a, "oh, if you must pet me, go ahead."
My son returns tonight, God willing.