Before we move on to the new year, there is time to share a little mischief.
There may be three mischievous brown dawgs living here, but sometimes the cat is the one causing mischief. This Christmas Santa brought Nestle a new play tower. She had pretty much destroyed her old one. But destroying her old tower isn’t the mischief.
Since the tower is a bit heavy, Santa stashed it in the room where brown dawgs hang out while in their crates. When Santa came to put it out on Christmas Eve, he discovered that the kitty had been snooping around and found the tower. She had pulled off and destroyed the hanging feather toy. We had been wondering where the random feathers we were finding around the house came from…
Hey I Can’t Help It If I Am A Good Detective (Notice The Feather Toy Missing Bottom Left)
You Can’t Hide Anything From Me
I Explore At Night
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Bring on 2013! We look forward to more mischief in the new year!
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung near the tree with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
The brown dawgs were nestled all snug in their bed,
While visions of antler bones danced in their heads.
Storm in her ‘kerchief, Thunder and Freighter in their caps,
Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
They sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window they flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to their wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
They knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
Forget the rest…
Hope St. Nick brings us something good!
I tried to get a few pictures of the brown dawgs in front of the Christmas tree. I don’t know what I was thinking. I was alone and the space was small. Getting three dogs, one a year old, to sit next to each other in a small space is not something I would recommend if you want decent pictures.
Here are a few of the out takes.
Do You Have Treats? I Need To Be Close To The Treats.
This Couldn’t Be More Dull. Take The Picture Already!
I’m Out Of Here!
Blah! Blah! Blah!
Is That Drool Thunder?
But The Treats Look So Yummy I Need To Drool
After all that, I did end up with one or two pictures that are OK. Not great, just OK.
The weather was just perfect for a long walk in the forest on Christmas morning. It was sunny, with light winds and temperatures just at freezing. There was very little snow so we didn’t have to worry about snowmobiles sharing the access roads with us. We turned the dogs loose to run and to hunt for birds as we walked on the road. They worked the brush on one side of the road and then crossed to work the other side. Usually the grouse sit under pine trees or in brush piles, so that is where they worked. Finally they flushed a nice big fat grouse from a pile of brush. It was a perfect flush, right to left just in front of us. The sun highlighted the beautiful colors of the bird’s feathers. Once the bird flushed, the dogs were steady, but of course we weren’t hunting and I didn’t have my camera ready, so no picture. The dogs worked hard for the flush and earned a well deserved nap.
Where Are Those Birds?
I Don't Think They Are Over Here
Let's Look Over Here
No Over Here
I Smell A Bird
I'm Going To Look Over Here
In This Brush Pile
That Was A Fun Walk
All Tired Out