More photos of our Christmas at the farm with my husband's parents. (I have yet to figure out how to move photos around and get them in the right order - any suggestions? I have tried dragging them, but oh well...) They are probably backwards from the way I wanted to show them... Here's our dinner table. Our little table is so small, we had to pull a card table up and put the two tables together. My hubby is hiding behind me because he loves getting his photo taken so well. Princess is taking the photo.Next shot is Princess supervising the carving of the
Christmas (Greenberg) Turkey we always have. Best smoked turkey in the country. Funny how we've eaten it all our lives around here and think nothing of it, and then Oprah makes it even more famous! It's old hat to us! I'm sure Princess is doing a taste-test, too...
Jake is laying in the pasture behind the garden shed catching some rays. He loves to dig for gophers at the farm. We can look around and just see a brown dog rear end with a tail going 90 mph sticking up in the air just above the hay and know he's found another gopher. One day he'd dug a hole so deep that we had to go look for him. He was almost underground completely. He found a beaver on our pond one day that slapped at him and managed to avoid getting caught. Jake was determined to catch him - jumping in and out of the water and diving deep to look for him, but I would hate for him to have gotten ahold of that beaver. We'd have one Lab missing a nose for sure! The beaver moved to somebody else's pond we suppose. He never returned after that one day...
Our little homely looking dog is Bug. My two younger kids talked me into getting her from a lady at Canton. I have never EVER done anything like that before - not talking about it with the hubby first. We came home with that little hamster sized pup and we never did tell hubby how much she really cost. Be careful when buying pets from flea markets. They told us she was an apple-head Chihuahua, but turned out to be a deer-head. I personally think she looks like a 'possum-head. But we love her. I am her person. She loves me. I thought about giving her to a friend of mine a few years ago, but I decided that since she is so attached to me it might break her little heart to do that. I have actually grown more attached to her since my little Pom, Cookie, died a year ago. Cookie was my baby. I miss her so much. I had her for 13 years. She went everywhere with us. She loved everybody and loved traveling and meeting new people. She was never nervous or hyper. They say, if you have one good friend in your life you are really blessed... well, I say if you have one good dog in your life you are blessed, too. There'll never be another like Cookie. I'll have to see if I have a photo of her...
Bug shakes all the time. She was excited about Christmas and seeing all her family but doesn't like the noise that goes along with unwrapping presents. She finally fell into an exhausted sleep in my lap.
So did we all later that day. Wrapped up in blankets all cozy on the couch and full of turkey, ham, coconut pie and all the trimmings, I felt so content with the world to have my family all around me. Is there a better feeling than that in this physical mortal life? I think not.
