Hey blogaroos. Happy Manic Monday! From soggy Nova Scotia. Holy moly we had a wild wet weekend- and we have more rain in the forecast for today and tomorrow. Yesterday was especially yucky – it was freezing rain all day. ALL day. It’s weird all the kinds of rain – freezing rain is kinda like regular rain except when it hits the ground – BOOM – it freezes. So roads and sidewalks and trees get icy. Our deck was icy with crunchy rain bits and our trail to the lake was a combo of crunchy bits and water. The Boss was in total depression. He did NOT want to go out. Meanwhile, all day long, the Coyote would, every few hours, scratch at the door to go out and do a walk about in the pelting rain. He would wander around, do backyard property patrol and come back in, at his leisure, crunchy and soaking wet. The Boss just rolled his eyes every time he did it.

The Warden and I did our obedience work- and I was wild. We were playing tug and oopsie – she now looks like a pin cushion.

We are having some “challenges” with my dumbbell work. Sure- I’ll bring it back – NO problem. BUT – I spit it out when I bring it back. So we’ve gone back to learning “hold it.” And THIS is where I become just a tiny, little itsy bitsy bit stubborn. I’ll take the dumbell, and the Warden will tell me to hold it. Pitewy – I spit it out. She will gently hold her hand under my chin – and if I hold it for even .001 second, I get a treat. But holding it any longer – nah. Now if you throw a tug toy and I bring it back – I’ll hold on for dear life. Dumbbells- not so much. Mind you – I would be happy just to eat them. But apparently, chewing dumbbells is frowned upon in the “rules.” Who makes these rules anyway? I think dumbbells are just foolish. I mean look at the name – they don’t even look like bells. And I’m not even sure that the word “dumb” is even politically correct. These things need new branding. Maybe then I’ll hold onto one.

Training me for obedience work is SUCH a puzzle. The Boss says “Wojtek” and “obedience” don’t really go in the same sentence. Sure – I have moments when I LOOK obedient- but I’m really like an actor – playing a role. And if the salary isn’t good enough, the performance is not exactly Oscar material. By the time the Boss was my age, he already had his Novice Obedience title. Mind you – his first formative year was not during COVID. That’s my excuse- and I’m sticking to it. The Warden says she loves a challenge- so I figure that’s why she loves me!

After I did my work, all three of us got to practice our sit and down stays. The sit is for one minute and the down is three minutes.

As usual, the Coyote likes this game as he doesn’t have to do much except stay in place. Half way through the sit, he decided to lie down. Now if I do that, I’m told to sit back up. The Warden tried that with the Coyote, and he acted like a wet dish rag that had never heard the word “sit” before. The Warden conceded defeat with him and let him stay down while the Boss and I completed the sit. Which we did quite successfully. Then it was time for the down stay. The Coyote was already down so he didn’t need to do anything which was fine by him. We all stayed in place for our 3 minutes. And we all got a treat. Nothing like getting a treat for doing nothing. It’s boring – but not exactly taxing.

The Boss isn’t training for any competitions but he still likes to work out. In the photo, he’s showing me that he can hold a dumbbell. Good for him. But can he ricochet like me? I think not.

OK. Almost time to see if the rain will stop for a few minutes so we can get out for our walks. Then I’m coming in to work on building the ark.

Have a good one. Peace and paws up. Stay safe.

Howdy blogaroos. Squirmy here. Starting our official period of mourning- because Sue leaves today. We’ve really enjoyed having her here- she’s an excellent ricochet victim and she knows where the treat jar is. PLUS she even went to two of my classes AND a training session. She said she can’t believe I’m the same dog when I’m in class. She said I’m quiet there – and pretty low key. Compared to my hummingbird on speed behavior when I’m at home. What can I say. I’m a mystery.

We know the Coyote will get all mopey when she leaves – just like he did when Keith left. Any change freaks him out. Ya move the garbage can two feet from where it’s normally located – and he stands and stares at it like it’s an alien from Mars. So one less person in the house will really drive him crazy.

The photo above was taken during our one snowy day. But yesterday we had rain all day. So walks were short and as usual, not the Boss’ favorite activity. I’m surprised he hasn’t called Animal Control to report dog abuse after our walks in the rain. When the sun is out – he’s a different dog. All smiley and happy.

He’s such a ham for photos. And speaking of photos – check out these award winning canine shots from 2022:

https://mymodernmet.com/2022-dog-photography-awards/

Some of those photos are pretty incredible. That shot of the border collie is crazy. He’s flying. Really – he’s like a rocket. A new goal for me. Rocket dog. I already have a good ricochet down to get started…

OK. Have to take Sue on one more walk before she heads out. Wonder if I can make her miss her flight….

Have a good one. Peace and paws up. Stay safe.

Howdy blogaroos. It’s me. Squirmy. Here on another manic Monday morning. Ready to rock and roll. Especially roll. Why? Because we finally got a little bit of snow. Not enough for the plow guy to come – but enough to send two PONs into a rolling mood. The Coyote just watches us. Or tries to eat the snow as he walks. Like he’s clearing a path.

The Coyote is out of sorts because Keith left. He doesn’t do well with change. He gets all squeaky and mopey. Although he was also on serious counter surfing duties too. Sue was surprised to see him cruising the counters yesterday. She said he must be really hungry. That. Or looking for Keith.

Meanwhile, I learned that seniority has its privileges. So you know how I kept bugging the Boss – licking his ears and his back? Well, he had to wear a t-shirt which he didn’t mind. But the Warden didn’t trust me to not rip it off him if we were left alone. So when she and Sue went out, the Boss was sequestered in the bedroom. Which he loved because he could completely spread out on the bed.

In the evening, when the girls decided to watch endless episodes of home improvement shows downstairs in the rec room, the Warden left me and the Coyote upstairs and the Boss was downstairs with them, learning how to demolish tile floors. He was safely sequestered from surgical Squirmy because the Warden didn’t want to be repeatedly telling me to “leave it” while she was also learning to rewire old lamps.

So the first night they abducted him, I was a bit miffed, but sulked with the Coyote. The second night, I did the same – although I did shout out a number of times that we were doing “fine” upstairs in case anyone wanted to know.

But yesterday, I had had enough. I shouted. When that didn’t work, I threw around a metal food dish. Multiple times. Then I went in the hall where we have a small bench. The bench seat lifts up to reveal a storage area – where we place our leashes and my collar with the bell. Anyway, when the metal food dish didn’t draw enough attention, I then began to lift and slam the lid on the bench. Over and over. At first Sue didn’t know what was going on- it sounded like someone pounding on the door. The Warden looked at her and said “he’s slamming the bench.” I then went back to throwing around the food dish. It still didn’t work – I didn’t get the attention I so desperately needed. Meanwhile, the Boss was lounging down there, learning how to replace a counter top. The guy had the nerve to smirk at me when they finally came upstairs.

I did note his cyst is much better – not that I was licking it or anything. But his ear is still goopy, requiring a good cleaning and drops again yesterday.

Not sure what the girls have planned for today. Surely there can’t be home improvements shows on EVERY night. Now I think the Boss just feels he is entitled to watch TV with them. Perhaps some cooking shows would be better – it least he might learn to make some biscuits,

Time to motor. Have a good one. Peace and paws up.

Howdy Blogaroos. King Squirmy here. It’s January 6 – also known as Epiphany or Feast of the Three Kings.

The word epiphany in Greek means “striking appearance.” It’s when Baby Jesus met the Three Wise Men – after His Birthday Bash with the Shepherds. The Three Wise Men brought gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh. We Three Kings would prefer treats, bully sticks and beef cheek rolls.

Today is also the day that many people take down their Christmas trees. Ours went over the deck railing the other day – losing needles as it went. Now it is providing a new pee mail location in the yard- until the Warden drags it into the woods.

Yesterday Keith departed for Newfoundland, but Sue is staying a bit longer. So I’m down one ricochet victim,

For the past few days I’ve really been in the doghouse with the Warden. It’s because of my obsessive licking behavior. No. I’m not licking myself. I’m licking the Boss. His ears are a prime spot – AND I’m also obsessed with a cyst he has on his back. And yes – it’s a cyst – because the vet has examined it – and it is definitely a cyst. The thing is – I feel it’s my responsibility to remove it by licking at it. Which I actually did once before – one time when the Warden wasn’t home. And my surgical skills were excellent- as it went away. But it’s back. So I feel the need to again remove it. The Warden stops me every chance she gets. And in fact, without being too graphic – she herself did some surgery on the cyst – and then treated it with antibiotic cream. Even so – I still feel the need to add my own medical intervention . The Warden finally put a shirt on the Boss – because she was SO tired of saying “Wojtek leave it!” The Boss didn’t care, he thought he looked dapper. And it did stop my licking – of his back. Now she’ll need to put ear muffs on him too. What can I say – I’m a caring kind of guy. The Warden said my behavior is just gross. Whatever.

I’m not sure how the morning constitutional will go now that Keith is gone. Will the two ladies attempt to take all three of us? Will two of us go while someone is left behind to mournfully bark out a plea for the others to return? If so, who is left behind? And then does that guy get a solo walk? With who? Oh the drama. This could be very entertaining. I’ll keep you posted.

Have a good one. Peace and paws up. Stay safe.

Howdy blogaroos. Squirmy here- as we’re rolling right along in 2023. New Year’s Eve was pretty anticlimactic here. The humans went out for dinner, came back stuffed – and we all hit the sack before the clock hit midnight. Not exactly a wild party time here. But that’s OK – we canines got everyone up at our normal 7 AM – so just as well they didn’t stay up until the stroke of twelve.

We continue to enjoy balmy weather here. We know the bubble will burst – but no snowballs stuck in uncomfortable places just yet. We have had some rain – resulting in a few days of muddy trail walks. Boy oh boy – the Boss is like two different dogs when it’s muddy AND there are puddles. Sue has been walking him and she immediately recognized the PON funeral march. He walks WAY behind everyone and looks like he is being tortured. But once he gets to pavement without puddles – he trots along at the front of the pack. We must take a video one day.

Yesterday, Sue and the Warden decided to do the Christmas destruction. The tree was getting kind dry, so they decided to tackle the job right after breakfast. Now putting away the explosion is never fun… but yesterday was the worst ever. You see, the Warden has boxes and boxes and BOXES of Christmas stuff – some of which never sees the light of day. It’s buried deep in the downstairs storage closet. It’s one of those things that some humans say: “when the season is over, I’m going to donate/get rid of those things I don’t need or use.” But then, the time comes – and ya just want to be DONE- so you jam ALL the stuff back in the closet- and say you’ll do it next year. At least that’s what the Warden does.

Well. This year, Sue must have been delirious or something- because she told the Warden she’d help her get rid of stuff. And clean out the closet. BAD idea. A Christmas destruction that should have normally taken a few hours, took ALL DAY. They sent Keith to the dump with some stuff that wasn’t worthy of a donation to a charity. We’re talking stuff that was in the deep dark corners of the storage closet. They also have a tractor trailer load of of stuff to go to the charity store. OK maybe not that much but clearly there was more than Christmas coming out of that closet. We watched the proceedings with interest- and happy that we didn’t have to do the work. They took a break in the afternoon and stopped for supper – but the final elves hit the boxes by around 9PM. By then the otherwise happy sisters we’re about ready to strangle each other. I’m sure Sue will never again volunteer to put away Christmas stuff at our place. Mind you – it’s a whole lot more organized now. AND you can actually walk into the storage closet, without pulling stuff out first. It can be our new clubhouse!

So that was the beginning of 2023. Yesterday dragged on forever because we were bored. We could smell the hours in the day ticking away. Because did you know we dogs SMELL time?! We do – check this story out:

https://www.npr.org/sections/goatsandsoda/2022/12/22/1139781319/can-dogs-smell-time-just-ask-donut-the-dog

So this theory hasn’t been proven scientifically- but it sure makes sense. We dogs have an amazing sense of smell – and it totally makes sense that we can judge time by the scents around us. I do think we are also driven by routines – like when we’re ready for supper. We let the Warden know it’s time. Mind you – we PONs would have supper at ANY time.

Well, whether I smell it or not – I think it’s almost time to walk the humans.

Have a good one. Peace and paws up. Stay safe.

Hey blogaroos. Squirmy here for our last post of 2022. We are counting down the minutes to 2023. A bright new year – a blank slate on which to record new adventures.

2022 was a quiet, but good year. Yes – we did see the Warden catch the dreaded plague this year – and it did cut down our walking time for a few weeks, but thankfully it wasn’t too serious. We canines thankfully enjoyed good health as well – except for the Coyote and a broken toe nail. But in the big scheme of things – that was pretty minor.

The year began with me completing my Rally Novice title and completing one leg of Rally Advanced. At the same time, the Boss completed two legs of Master early in the year – and finished his title a few weeks ago. And IF our calculations are correct, that score moved him into the ranking of Top Polish Lowland Sheepdog in Rally in Canada for 2022. And no – he was not the only dog competing! OK. There were only 3 of us. But still – the old fella made it to the Top. We’ll wait for the paperwork to confirm this. But no matter what his standing was – he did complete his Master title at 12 years, 11 months and 12 days. Oh. And he also got his Novice Trick Dog title and his Versatility Novice title. The Boss had a very productive year. And even without all those scores – he’s Numero Uno in our house. Always. That’s what really counts, Meanwhile, I’m still learning to walk on a leash without strangling myself and to NOT ricochet off unsuspecting humans. And the Coyote is learning his name.

We had lots of company this year – including several visits by my favorite ricochet victims, Sue and Keith. St. Jane, our obedience Coach also was our warden when our human went away for a few days. We actually behaved ( of course we would for St. Jane) – and enjoyed our days with Kwik and Fidjit- our Rally Teammates. Speaking of whom- the Shaggies also won a Rally Team trial this fall too!

2022 saw bathroom renovations with Sue and the Warden stuck in a sheet of wallpaper. We weren’t allowed to help…

We also continued to write this blog – and the Warden even got to meet some loyal readers from Ontario this year! She has also had some great chats with other dog owners – sharing stories and general canine antics. The dog world is smaller than you think!

We are grateful for this past year – and grateful for each one of you reading this. We appreciate your comments and messages more than you’ll ever know!

May 2023 bring you the joy and happiness that we dogs feel most of the time. May your days be filled with treats (of all different kinds), and may you take in the sights, sounds and even smells (hopefully pleasant) of the world around you – just like the Coyote out on a walk. I think it’s something humans need to do more – enjoy the little things around you – and be more dog-like. Just don’t pee on the neighbors’ garbage cans.

We wish you lots of love, luck and laughter. 2023 is a new chapter in your life. You’re the author. Decide how the story will go!

Have a good one. Peace and paws up. Stay safe.

Howdy blogaroos. Squirmy here. Happy post-Christmas, pre-New Year’s food coma days. We have been enjoying the holidays with our company- and have stared at them whenever they are eating – which seems like a LOT. The moaning and groaning about “tight pants” will be starting any time now. Yet another reason why we dogs prefer to NOT wear attire.

So in the morning, we ALL get to go for our walks together. The Coyote is wrangled by Keith; Sue walks the Boss, and I’m “handled” by the Warden. We are all fairly well- behaved- although the Coyote gets SO excited he’s a bit like a bucking bronco when he starts out. Keith looks like a cowboy trying to tame a wild stallion in the Old West. He just needs the cowboy hat. Meanwhile, the Boss leads the pack – marching in the front of the train. I just walk along strangling myself. Good times.

Plus guess what? Santas Sue and Keith brought us some bully sticks. A huge box full. The Warden said they are really a gift for her. It’s one way to keep us all busy at the same time. She loves them as much as we do.

Yesterday, yours truly went to a Heeling Workshop with our trainer St. Jane – the most patient, positive coach on the planet. And she’s inventive- she can make heeling fun. Our workshop included a canine Noah’s Ark- a Bouvier, a Weimaraner, a Poodle, a Borzoi, a Golden, a Lab, a Border Terrier, some Border Collies, some Australian Shepherds, and a partridge in a pear tree. I probably forgot somebody – but that was plenty to make my brain explode the first few minutes. But after I did a quick survey of my comrades, I got down to business. The Warden said I was positively “fine.” You know that word. “Fine.” Which means I wasn’t fantabulous, nor was I a dumpster fire. I was fine. I’ll take it.

So I guess it’s almost time to write down my New Year’s resolutions. One will be to stop procrastinating. But I’ll write that down tomorrow.

The Warden has a goal of competing with me in obedience this year. I think she better consult with me before she puts that on her list. I mean I’m a pretty key component.

Well it’s almost time to walk the humans. Have a good one. Peace and paws up. Stay safe.

Howdy blogaroos! Happy Boxing Day! The day when the spirit of goodness and kindness that was hopefully felt 24 hours earlier, switches over to the day of “every person” for themselves as they battle other shoppers looking for post-Christmas sales. Except in our corner of the world where, just like Christmas Day, everything is shut down. Yup. No stores open. Another day of peace on earth. Not that anybody here was planning to hit the stores anyway. We’re good. Santa was good to us – and we don’t really NEED anything. Except maybe treats. We can always use treats…..

And speaking of the guy in red, he must have overlooked my ricochet behavior – and he actually left me gifts! ALL of us got gifts. While we don’t look overjoyed in the photo, that’s because the Warden told us we couldn’t touch them until she got the shot. You’ll note we are not in the DFZ. I’m too wild. So she says. So we had to open our gifts away from the tree.

Santa brought each of us three gifts: a Nylabone, a Bully stick and a new chewable item – a beef cheek roll. Here I am testing mine out:

Now before you panic and think Santa brought us rawhide (which is not great for us dogs because we can choke on them) – beef cheek rolls are NOT the same. They are digestible and hard, and safe for even crazy chewers like yours truly. ALL of us, including the picky Picard, liked it. We chewed until we were almost totally exhausted, so the Warden took them away so we would have a break. And we barely put a dent in them. Of course we also liked our Bully sticks which were also stolen so we would have more to work on today. The Nylabones came in in third place with regard to chewing interest, and while nice, they were not nearly as exciting. Thankfully Santa brought us no clothes. We also didn’t get any cute stuffed toys like some of our canine buddies. Probably because we would rip the heads off in less than 3 minutes. Sorry to be graphic – but we’re big on dissection in this house.

We spent the day with the Warden, relaxing, listening to Christmas music and also getting ready for today. Because GUESS what? We get Christmas all over again today. Sue and Keith are coming!!! Yee haw. Ricochet targets return. They don’t get here until tonight, so the Warden has time to vacuum at least three more times. Futile I tell ya. Futile.

Thanks so much to all who sent Christmas wishes. We truly appreciate your kind words.

We have come to understand that one of THE best Christmas gifts is that of gratitude. Sometimes humans tend to focus on what they don’t have, but instead should really be thankful for all they DO have. And trust me – we have enormous gratitude for you loyal readers. Some of you we know personally, some of you we have been lucky to meet – because of this blog – and some of you are friends from afar – whose paths we may or may not ever cross. But even if we never do cross paths in person – knowing that you share the same love of all things canine is a very special bond.

So that’s my sappy post Christmas speech. OK. OK- the Boss told me what to say. Maybe SOMEDAY I’ll be as wise as him. The Coyote said that’s unlikely. Ha.

Almost time for our constitutionals. If you do venture out to stores today, try to stay out of any boxing matches. Do you REALLY need that zebra pattern remote control blender, just because it’s 50% off? On the other paw – if it’s dog treats on sale – I’ll pass you the boxing gloves…

Have a good one. Peace and paws up. Stay safe.

Howdy blogaroos! Squirmy here on the Eve of Baby Jesus’ Birthday Bash. I sent my email last night to the guy in red- and truth be told- I stole a few lines from Viktor. That guy was a pretty good writer sometimes- and I kinda liked his message. Plus I was running out of time and copy and paste was my friend.

We had CRAZY wind and rain last night. We didn’t even want to go out to pee. I bet there were a lot of inflatable Santas and snowmen doing the Hokey Pokey last night. And a few that probably went airborne.

The Warden seems to be ready for the bearded dude although I think she still has some cleaning to do. When doesn’t she have cleaning to do? It’s really a futile hobby. But she must love it – she does it all the time.

So here’s my partly plagiarized letter to Santa. I’ll probably get coal for stealing words..

Dear Santa,

Before I get into my list, please disregard the previous email list that I sent to you. I hit the “send” button before I was finished with my message. You will note that the previous list included some sheep and a goat. I have subsequently taken that item off my list because I realized that my human has enough work taking care of us three dogs -so sheep and a goat would probably not be a good idea. Fun for us canines…but not for her.

I have tried to be a good dog this year with “tried” being the operative word. You see I have been diligent in writing this blog most of the time. And I actually engage in some of my antics purely for my readership because really, if I was well-behaved all the time, the blog would be would become quite boring. I must confess, I do enjoy ricocheting off humans and other canines and chasing birds and rabbits and the neighbors’ cat in the woods and running like a maniac around the dining room table each morning and licking Frodo’s face and ears so they get all goopy and and and…. well maybe not EVERYTHING was purely for my readership. I hope you will not hold those “indiscretions” against me.

So back to the list.  I had World Peace as number one- but I realize that’s a BIG order…

Some toys would be nice – although none of those “educational” toys. Thanks but no thanks. Something basic – like a toilet paper roll would be fine. We quite enjoy those.

No clothes. Again – thanks but no thanks. Give those to someone else who really needs them. And enjoys wearing them. And if you need antlers to give to some poor dog and your elves have run out of time to make them – let me know. I have several pairs to donate.

Of course, I always enjoy some treats.  And an extra helping of food would be nice.  Mind you, I already have those too.

We have a comfy bed – which we DO share. Although I personally prefer to lie on the tile floor. On my back. With my feet in the air. OR under the area carpet. Like no one can see me.

Let’s see what else could I ask for? Santa – perhaps what I will ask for is not for me. I will ask for something for every person (and dog) who is reading this blog. I ask that they share the joy and happiness that Christmas is all about . A smile, a handshake, a phone call, a text, a hug – realizing that Christmas ISN’T about the presents – but about those moments that you share with others. Human OR canine. OK. Cats too. And ferrets. And rabbits. But not snakes. OK. Snakes too. But just for today.

Santa I ask for peace and happiness within the hearts of those reading this – even if just for a moment.   And that feeling of pure joy – that we dogs know ALL about.  That’s what I wish for.

Oh – and if you DO decide to drop off a parcel – and you can’t fit down our chimney – I’ll leave the door open. And I’ll remind Frodo that’s it’s OK to let you in. I’m not sure about leaving you milk and cookies – it is likely one of us would eat it. Sorry about that….

Safe travels Santa – don’t forget to buckle up and you probably should also be wearing a helmet.   Merry Christmas!!!!!!!!!

Your best friend.

Wojtek

The Boss said I was a bit presumptuous saying “your best friend.” Too late. Besides – all dogs are best friends!

To our loyal readers….Wishing all of you joy, love and laughter on this very special day. Merry Christmas and Happy Birthday Jesus!

Have a great one. Peace and paws up. And stay safe.

Hey blogaroos! The moment you’ve all been waiting for! Our annual Christmas photo bloopers. As usual, it was a gong show. The Warden kept waiting for a snowy day to subject us to the the torture – but guess what? No snow in our region of the Great White North. Hope Santa has wheels on his sled.

When the Christmas photos are about to begin – we KNOW it’s happening. A dead giveaway is the sound of the Warden rifling through bins in the garage. She had to dig through the Easter bunny ears and the Halloween pumpkin head bands to find the antlers. Then she loads her pockets with super duper GOOD treats. I mean GOOD stuff. Not everyday biscuits. Then, after much chaos to put various things around our necks, she opens the door and lets us out. Except the Coyote. He’s on leash because he would totally take off. He would do that any time – but when he sees the antlers he’s extra rarin’ to go. Meanwhile, I do 50 laps of the yard – searching for bunny balls. Yum. And the Boss just follows along, barking out instructions.

So although she took 4376 photos, we’ll just subject you to a few…

So those are some bloopers from this year. We also took some photos by the Christmas tree. Our tree is in the DFZ. So we never get near it. It’s 99% glass ornaments. News flash – we don’t care. Careful is not my middle name. First the Warden took the Boss in. Who thought he would be doing solo shots. So he was all smiley and happy.

Then she brought in the Coyote and told him to sit and stay. Which he surprisingly did. Then she went to get me. Me. Who was sequestered in the front hall because I was acting like a hummingbird on speed. She took me in holding onto my festive collar as I tried to strangle myself. You’ll note my wild hairdo from my frenzied entrance. And now the Boss is much more serious since he realizes these are not solo shots.

The Warden decided maybe we should all lie down. Since we looked a bit like the Three Stooges sitting in a line.

Here’s a little dog photography tip: Never hold the treat to the side if you want us to look AT the camera…

Here the Warden obviously held the treat up too high….or the Boss was warming up for another solo.

Anyway, after numerous attempts, and three lbs of treats, we did get a good shot. We’ll save that for later.

But right now I’ve gotta go finish my novel for Santa. Have a good one! Peace and paws up. Stay safe.