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 2 brown dawgs went visiting this Christmas. After a long drive to Illinois and hanging out in a hotel room, they finally got a chance to run in the park on Christmas morning. There was a fresh snow fall overnight and it was quite a pretty morning.
OK let's get to the chasing!
You can't catch me!
The snow is deeper than it looks.
How about a little jumping?
Maybe just a bit more chasing.
Try and catch me!
Now I will try to catch you!