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It was bound to happen.  How many times have I complained about the horrid holiday attire from the Dollar Store.  And the fact that we canines are subjected to wearing these things for photo shoots.  Well.  Apparently, a pit bull type dog in Florida did NOT want to wear his Christmas sweater.  And he protested.  In a BAD way.  He went crazy and started attacking his owners.  When my human saw the headline – “Dog attacks family members as owner tries to dress him in Christmas sweater” she had a chuckle.  But on reading the details, the story isn’t QUITE so funny.  Several people were injured and so was the dog.  In fact I’m not sure what happened to him in the end – although I know the police came and took him away.  When you read the story, though, you see that this was not an ordinary case of a ticked off family dog.  The dog had only been adopted a month before – and his name was Scarface.  Hello?  Who tries to put a Christmas sweater on a dog named Scarface???  Seems to me those humans were asking for trouble.  Mind you – no one wants to see people OR dogs hurt.  Tsk tsk.

Speaking of dressing us – my human had to make a wardrobe decision yesterday morning…

When the alarm went off at 5AM, NONE of us moved.  None of us canines anyway.  Not a muscle.  We’re not deaf.  We heard the pouring rain and the gale force winds.  We pretended we were still sleeping.  Even the FG, in his crate, kept his feet in the air, lying there quietly.  Now he doesn’t actually mind rainy weather – but he is learning to take cues from us PONs. 

My human dressed in her rainwear and she had to make the supreme decision.  Dress us in rainwear – which ACTUALLY might make us poop more slowly, because we are so busy paying attention to our attire – or let us go out naked.  She opted for the latter.  Elroy was first.  He wasn’t out with her very long at all – maybe 5 minutes.  Mind you, he didn’t REALLY care about the rain.  He just didn’t like the gale force winds rattling the fence – and the sounds it made.  I was next.  I slowly dragged myself around the house and into the backyard.  And I stood and pitifully stared at my human.  “Hurry up,” she begged.  So back and forth I walked.  Back and forth.  Finally results.  And we RACED back into the house.  And then it was Velcro dog’s turn.  My human stood in the hallway, dripping water everywhere.  But Velcro dog had seen Elroy and I when we walked in and he was having NO part of it.  My human called to him to put on his leash.  He stood and stared at her – just out of reach from the water hugger mat she was standing on.  She called again.  He stood and stared like she was speaking a foreign language.  She finally stepped toward him – off the mat.  And he stepped backwards.  She made a lunge and had him.  Dragging an obstinate PON out a doorway when it is raining – well the scene would make a great comedic video.  And Velcro dog’s poop time?  WORLD record.  I don’t think he was out there 30 seconds.  He was practically pooping in the doorway.

Just so you have an idea of how WILD it was out there…after we had our poops, my human decided to drive up to the road to get the paper -because she had discovered when she was out with the FG that under the puddles there was a film of ice.  She realized it was icy because she was wearing her rubber boots.  And they slide VERY easily.  She found herself shouting “Whoa” to Elroy, who doesn’t listen to anything – so it didn’t really make a difference.  Thankfully she slid to grassy ground.  

So she drove up to get the paper and squinted to see where the HUGE green organics bin was that she had dragged up to the road the night before.  It was gone.  Into the ditch.  Spilling the contents of Christmas turkey bones and other organics all around.  Those green bins are HEAVY.  So it really was windy.  She climbed down into the ditch (wearing her trusty headlamp – because it was still dark out), in the gale force winds and pouring rain and attempted to pick up fermenting organics that had been wrapped in newspaper,  which were now soaking wet.  Let’s just say it was not a happy start to the morning.  Actually, I take that back.  Two PONs and one human were pretty wet and grumpy but one Picard was happily smiling.  In fact, he always smiles and he’s always happy. Probably because he is planning his next bit of mischief.  Mind you, at least SOMEONE in the household is there to provide much needed comic relief.  Yup.  That’s why I keep him.  He’s always on the go.  I think I’ll call him Whirlwind now.  It fits him – and the weather.

Have a good one.  

Bunny down.  Bunny down.  Call 911.  Call K9-11.

It’s official.  Elroy is the first dog to take down a bunny in this house.  If you don’t count the two stuffed versions I destroyed.  No – he took down an even BIGGER bunny.  A cement bunny.

My human has this “thing” about cement statues in our yard.  We have a couple of cement dogs.  Here are a few.  In the first picture, it’s the dog on the left:

Then this little guy:

And this one even looks ALMOST like a PON.  If you squint.

We even have a little cement bunny.

And last summer – my human brought home a BIG bunny.  A big HEAVY bunny.

He may not LOOK heavy – but trust me – he weighs more than me and Frodo combined.  He is NOT easy to move.  Unless you are Elroy…

The other morning, my human was taking the FG out for his morning constitutional – and in typical FG fashion, he was darting back and forth on his leash.  In the bushes.  Out of the bushes.  Around my human.  Biting the leash.  Pulling the leash.  And around the bunny he went.  And my human watched in horror as Elroy went around the bunny with the leash and Bugs Bunny toppled over in slow motion.  Bad enough the 10,000 lb rabbit hit the dirt – but the trauma caused an immediate amputation of one ear.  And the FG didn’t even care.  About the injured hare…

So of COURSE, you know my human HAD to try and FIX the bunny.  She and her mother went to the home fix-it store on the weekend and bought some kind of cement adhesive to glue Humpty Bunny back together again.  BUT – they figured they should really bring the bunny IN the garage to do so.  My human’s mother supervised as my human took a wheelbarrow and grappled with the huge hare to get him in.  And that would have been fine – except she realized immediately after the bunny was on board, that the wheel on the wheelbarrow was flat.  We were watching all of these proceedings from inside.  Barking madly.  We were in a panic state as we didn’t know what she was doing with one of our favorite peeing targets.

After much pushing, shoving, grumbling and simultaneous barking, the busted Cottontail was in the garage.  Now we wait to see if this cement stuff will really hold.   

You know, I never thought another dog could cause as much chaos as me.  I’m thinking I may have met my match.  It’s a good thing we are cute!!!!!

Have a hoppy day!  Pun intended.

Well the party is over.  My human is going back to work today.  Boo hoo.  We will put on our very best sad faces as she goes out the door.  And as soon as she pulls away, let the counter surfing begin.  Mind you – I have a feeling she will have made sure there is nothing to grab.  But no harm in looking.

Yesterday began with a visit from the cable guy.  Our internet was working VERY, VERY slowly – and given that my human has no patience for slow internet, she called for help.  Last week – on THURSDAY.  And they told my human that someone would be here on Friday between 12 and 5.  My human had errands to run (like to the store to get us DOG FOOD) but she had to wait for the service guy.  At 4 they called and said they were not coming.  OoooooEeeeeeee.  Was my human annoyed.  In fact she was even more annoyed than when I take off after bunnies.  The next appointment time that would work was yesterday.  The guy arrived EARLY in the morning.  We were all sequestered on the deck while he did his work -leaving olfactory art all over the deck door.  He thought we looked pretty cute – and he was a dog lover himself.  He promptly pulled out his phone and showed my human pictures of the cute Jack Russell terrier that owns him.  Lots of pictures.  Lots and LOTS of pictures.  Turns out that my human knows the breeder of his dog – it’s a small dog world.  After seeing his photos, he fixed our modem and all seemed faster in the internet world.  Of course, as soon as he left, the speed decreased and went back to the turtle pace.  Mind you, a slightly faster turtle than before he came.  It seems we live several hundred yards away from access to the “faster” speed internet.  Go figure.  The joys of country living.

My human’s mother went home yesterday.  We will miss staring at her while she eats her yogurt.  Here is a picture of her standing and eating.  And she had a feeling that someone was watching her…

We were on our best behavior (minus the staring behavior) while she was with us.  No jumping,  No stealing things.  Her blood pressure was good – so that’s a sign that we really WERE well behaved!

Well time to rest up – we want to be sure we are all ready for my human when she gets home from work!

Have a good one!!

January 2.  And I’m already behind in my resolution to get my human out more.  We had a VERY rainy day yesterday – and in fact, when she took Frodo and I out it was like walking two bags of potatoes.  We were in no hurry to go anywhere.  Unlike the past couple of days…

I won’t be graphic, but since I know I’m writing to “dog people” I can talk about anything.  Including dog poop.  I won’t elaborate, but let’s just say that Frodo and I BOTH had a case of the “trots” after Christmas. Actually, they could be called the “turkey trots.”  It’s not like we got a lot of turkey after the big day – and certainly our paltry portions did NOT include gravy.  But it was enough to wake my human up three times one night.  And even after three visits outdoors, ONE of us STILL had hmmmm….an accident?  in the house.  And it wasn’t Elroy – he was in his crate – so he was off the hook.   And he didn’t have any problems with the trots anyway.  Unfortunately, the culprit WAS revealed – because unlike a good criminal who cleans up the evidence,  ONE of us had had some remnants on his otherwise clean Christmas coat.  Yup.  Yours truly.  Busted. 

Not only did I get the “what did you do,” speech – because I hadn’t bothered to inform my human that I needed to go out,  but I also had to be whisked into the dog tub for a shampoo.  Of the lower half of my body.  Talk about embarrassing.

I’m pleased to inform you though, that all of us are back “on track” and all is right with the world again.  The poop world anyway.

Now some will be disappointed to read this – but yesterday my human took down the Christmas decorations.  I KNOW many people keep them up until the Feast of the Three Kings, but these three kings would like to be allowed back in the DFZ – and it just won’t happen while the trees are up.  So we were sequestered yesterday while she took everything down and employed her mother to wrap ornaments.  All 52,000 of them.  I hope she paid her mother well.  Then we watched with delight as my human dragged the monstrous tree across the DFZ, into the dining room and out the deck door.  She then grappled to lift it over the railing and heaved it onto the ground below.  Leaving a trail of needles behind.  We just watched in awe.  We never had the chance to pee on the tree…but I’m thinking now that it’s outside….

So our festivities are over for now.  I’m still good with getting some kind of gift for the Three Kings.  As long as it’s not turkey.

Have a good one!

Well it is New Year’s Eve.  And like many in the world, we are QUITE happy that 2016 is coming to a close.   Now don’t get me wrong – we ARE grateful for the fact that we have a roof over our heads, clean water to drink (although SOMEONE in this house is just as happy drinking out of puddles), we DO get food in our bowls every day (despite my complaints about portion size) and we have lots of toys to play with.  But it was a challenging year as well – besides the many human celebrities that passed away this year – the biggest grieving in our household came with the loss of my big furry buddy, Paxton.  We still miss him.  All the time….

We also had some terrible health problems this year – with my human’s mother and with me…

But despite the hard parts – there were some wonderful things as well.  The most important being the arrival of Elroy!   It has taken me some time to get used to him – but he is definitely growing on me.  He is wild – but he provides a great deal of comic relief in this house!

I am grateful that people continue to read this crazy blog I write.  I don’t think I missed many (if any) days this year and although there ARE days when I sometimes think that maybe I should take a break…I somehow have managed to write about something.  Let’s face it – we three canines are a never-ending source of material!  While some might think we make up some of our stories – I assure you – our lives are better than a reality TV show.  This stuff is REAL – we couldn’t make it all up!

Tonight my human and her mother will no doubt sit in front of the TV waiting to welcome in the New Year.  If they stay up that long. And we’ll be right there with them – waiting to start a new chapter in our never boring canine lives.  A new year to chase bunnies.  A new year to play fetch.  A new year to train our human.  We have lots of work ahead of us.

Stay safe tonight – but have a glass of bubbly on me!  Cheers!

Today is December 30 – and it’s Rudyard Kipling’s birthday!  Rudyard Kipling was a famous late-Victorian poet and author – who even won a Nobel prize for literature in 1907.  He was born in India, but lived in England and the US as well.  Now when you say the name Rudyard Kipling – many people think of one of his most famous works – The Jungle Book.  That title sounds like it could be  a book about our house.  We can be pretty wild animals.

While Mr. Kipling had countless poems, short stories, children’s books and travel writings, what you may not know is that he also wrote about dogs!  He had a book called Collected Dog Stories – which was a group of stories he wrote about dogs throughout his career.  He even wrote several poems about dogs.  Here is one – but get out your tissues… 

The Power of the Dog

There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie–
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart to a dog to tear.
When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
And the vet’s unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find–it’s your own affair–
But … you’ve given your heart to a dog to tear.


When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!)
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone–wherever it goes–for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart to a dog to tear.


We’ve sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we’ve kept ’em, the more do we grieve:
For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-term loan is as bad as a long–
So why in–Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?

Rudyard Kipling 

I had a hard time finding out what kind of dogs Mr. Kipling was owned by – but I did find one source that mentioned black Aberdeen terriers (Scottish terriers).  When you read his works, you can clearly see that he was a big fan of us canines.

As I started to write this blog, my human went into our “dog library” to see if we had Kipling’s book.  Yup.  Of course, we do.  

And speaking of dog books, my human got a couple of new titles from Santa.  One of which is called How Smart is your Dog? by David Alderton.  Seriously?  A book to tell you what you already know?  Obviously, any dog who has his own blog HAS to be pretty brilliant.  Not to mention the fact that we herding breeds (PONs and Picards) have to be pretty smart to move around those sheep.  Mind you – Frodo and I don’t particularly like sheep.  But we WOULD move them.  If we HAD to.  And with the FG, there is no question those sheep will be moved around.  And around.  And around.  And around….

Perhaps while my human is off (after she has taken us on 12 walks and has played fetch 43 times), she will sit down and read some of those dog books in our library.  Perhaps she should start with some of the obedience titles.  Nah.  I would prefer the one about biscuit recipes.

Have a good one!  And Happy birthday Mr. Kipling.

Well, PONdini does it again.

The other night, my human had invited the “girls” from our road to the house to share in some Christmas sweets.  And some alcohol.  We knew something was up, because she had dusted and vacuumed – and we were effectively moved from room to room as she tackled each part of the house.  She decided that she would move the FG’s pony sized crate into the garage – and then discovered that it is SO big it would require disassembling it to get it through the doorway.  So instead, she opened the deck doors and dragged it out there.  While we all raced around barking.  Which we did in each room she was cleaning.

While we are very friendly dogs, and DO enjoy a party, my human had decided that she was going to remove the unsightly gate from the entrance to the DFZ (the room with the large glass Christmas tree and the dog tree) – which meant we would NOT be in attendance at the soiree.  She fed us our supper, took us for walks – and then announced that we would all be staying in the large chain link dog run that is in the heated garage which is attached to the house.  Now the FG didn’t care – he doesn’t know much about parties, so he didn’t know that we would be missing out on countless opportunities to steal food from the coffee table and the counters.  I knew what we would be missing, and was a a bit put out – but I knew it wasn’t going to be late night as several of the party goers had to go to work the next day.  So I was fine with our temporary accommodations.  HOWEVER – Frodo was NOT happy.  And in case you don’t know this – he does NOT like to be sequestered.  Any where.  Any time. And he WILL find a way out.

My human KNOWS that Frodo is an escape artist (I call him PONdini) so she closed the door to the run, put down the latch and then placed two EXTRA LARGE bins in front of the door.  AND a baby gate.  She stood back and admired her work, all the time Frodo was just watching. She went back in the house to finish her preparations.

My human was putting out the sweets before the guests arrived and she heard a noise in the garage.  She opened the garage door and looked at the run.  The EMPTY run.  SOMEONE had managed to push the latch up, open the door and push the gate and bins just enough to escape.  PONdini.  And two stooges followed right behind.  We were all in the garage – Frodo and I were trying to figure out how to get into the food bin and Elroy was doing a “pre-shredding” of the papers in the recycling bin.  While my human went to get Elroy, Frodo and I made a dash into the house and quickly ran into the DFZ to check out the snacks on the coffee table and to see if we needed to rearrange any of the ornaments on the trees.  My human ran after us and told us to get out of the room – which we did.  But TRY and get Frodo back in that run.  He KNEW she was going to fortify the prison.  She finally got him by the collar and led him back into the run.   This time, she put THREE gates in front of the door – attached by countless bungee cords.  And Frodo watched.  And every time she thought the fortification was secure, she looked at him, eyeing her handiwork and she went for more bungee cords.  Honestly, at this point Frodo KNEW even HE would not be able to get out – unless he climbed the chain link fence, but he knew that by just looking at the fence, he would freak out my human and that was almost as rewarding as actually escaping. 

After the guests left, and the DFZ was secured, we were released from our bondage.  We ran around checking to make sure there were no leftovers on the counters and performed our vacuum routine all around the house.  We are the after-party cleaning squad.  Hey – maybe we could get a job doing that!!!  Now there’s a money making scheme!  We provide functional cleaning and we are oh-so-entertaining!  Gotta start working on my website.

Have a good one!

December 28. And it’s Woodrow Wilson’s birthday.  Who is Woodrow Wilson?  He was the 28th President of the United States and he was in the White House from 1913-1921.  I don’t actually know a LOT about him – but this much I found out – the important thing – like whether or not he had a dog.  Apparently during his early days as POTUS, he had a cat named Puffin and he ALSO had chickens, sheep and a Ram named Old Ike.  At the end of his term, he became owned by a Bull Terrier named Bruce.  He reportedly grew up with a Greyhound, named Mountain Boy, and one source said he also had an Airedale terrier name Davie in his pre-White House days.  So he did like dogs – but didn’t have lots of them.  And no PON.  Or Picard.  There is a quote attributed to Wilson about dogs – and I think it is very true:  “If a dog will not come to you after having looked you in the face, you should go home and examine your conscience.”

I think I can add to his quote..
“because you have clearly not given the dog enough food in his bowl.”
“because you have stopped throwing the toy after only 489 times.”
“because you have not let the wet dog on the bed with you.”
“because you have insisted on grooming him – when he is happy looking messy.”

I won’t make any comments about looking the current President-elect in the face…I’m trying hard to stay on the “nice”list.  Besides.  He doesn’t even HAVE a dog…I’ll just leave it at that…

We are excited because my human’s mother is coming today to stay with us for a few days. She is very generous with bananas.  But we must be on our BEST behavior.  NO jumping.  I won’t say her age – I just know it’s like 86 plus one.  She’s bringing her new iPad.  I’ll make sure to download some dog apps for her.

Have a great Wednesday.  And happy birthday Mr. Wilson!

Today is National Fruitcake Day.  And that’s fitting because in the last 48 hours, we canines have been behaving nuttier than a fruitcake.

It started with the brotherly rumble on Christmas and has continued.  I think it is because Frodo was VERY jealous of the fact that yours truly got to go to the Christmas Eve festivities.  He has been cranky ever since.  He grumbles if anyone walks near him with one of the new antlers; he stole Elroy’s cool new Jolly Ball and he doesn’t even LIKE balls; he disappeared into the woods when we went for our Boxing Day run- barking and growling at something off in the woods – and I came back before HE did; and he was lying under the dining room table and when my human called him, he refused to come (he EVENTUALLY did).  So the “good dog” is being very naughty.

And then Elroy is more wild than ever – if that’s even possible.  He went for HIS Boxing Day run and he was CRAZY.  Racing AT my human. Grabbing the leash and pulling.  Jumping and grabbing her arm – like some kind of schutzhund trained dog.  He DID come to find my human when she hid, once – but went so crazy when he found her that she didn’t do THAT again.

Oh – and remember the indestructible dog bed that we got two years ago?  The raised one – made of steel.  OK – maybe not STEEL – but some kind of metal legs.  The one that even Paxton the destroyer didn’t destroy.  The one with the COMFY, COZY fleece covering, that was attached to the legs with heavy elastic material.  Yeah, well the comfy, cozy fleece covering now has  holes in two corners – so the stuffing is coming out – AND one of the elastic bands has been chewed in two.  Guess who did that?  Jaws is at it again.  No rug or soft material item is safe in this house.  My human said she  is going to try and repair it.  This should be good….

It’s hard to believe – but by comparison to the other two stooges, I have been the best behaved!!!!! I figured I had better end the year on a high note.

My human is off work until the New Year – so we will be sure to help her so she doesn’t get bored.  Have a great day!!!

Happy Boxing Day. The day when humans stand in line to get after-Christmas bargains and they can’t return anything that didn’t work out because it is now on sale and the stores won’t allow returns and when they CAN make a return, the thing they wanted is now gone.  Good times.  Again – another reason I am happy I am a dog.

Mind you – here in Nova Scotia, all the stores are closed.  Yup.  It’s like Christmas plus.  So you have to wait until the day AFTER Boxing Day to stand in line for the Boxing Day sales, etc. etc.  Go figure.  I’ll give it a pass.  Besides, the pet store never puts the GOOD dog toys on sale anyway.

We had a wonderful Christmas.  AND I got to be part of a smuggling operation on Christmas Eve.  I felt like a spy…

On Christmas Eve, my human and her mother and sister were going to church at 4:00.  And then they were going to my human’s mother’s apartment for dinner.  Which is all well and good – EXCEPT, yours truly needs to take his medication at 7AM and 7PM each day.  I haven’t talked about my health in quite a while – and I am happy to report, I have been seizure free for ALMOST 2 months!!  But I DO need to take my medication – which can be tricky at certain times.  So since they would be going to my human’s mother’s place around 5:30, and my human wasn’t going to drive BACK to our house to give me my pills – they decided I could come along for the party!  HOWEVER – my human’s mother’s apartment doesn’t allow pets…

When my human came to pick me up after church, it was raining out.  She told me I MUST poop and pee – IMMEDIATELY.  I figured something was happening, so I obliged – but of course, got wet in the process.  So my human brought me in, used the jet engine dryer to fluff me up, and adorned me with a festive collar and bow.  And we were off.

We parked in the underground parking and my human furtively glanced around as she went to get me out of the vehicle.  The coast was clear.  Check one.  So then we went to get in the elevator and we waited with baited breath when the doors opened.   EMPTY.  Check two.  I had no idea where I was going – all I knew was that I looked smashing and my human had a pocket full of treats in the event we ran into anyone.  We got off the elevator at the proper floor.  Again – no one waiting.  Check three.  Down the hall, and we were IN.  Phew.  Now to check the place out.  Hmmmm….look at those human snacks on the coffee table…they must be for me too.  Right?  Wrong.  My human kept a close eye on me – it would have kind of put a damper on things if I had decided to “mark” my arrival on this festive night somewhere in the apartment.  NOT that I do that EVER in the house – but she wasn’t taking any chances.  She’s been owned by lots of boy dogs…I wore a leash for the first part of the evening.

In Polish custom, humans share a wafer called Oplatek at the beginning of the Christmas eve meal.  Everyone shares with everyone else – and they wish each other health and good luck for the next year.  Yours truly even got a little piece.  Tasted like cardboard to me – but the thought is nice.  I behaved the rest of the evening and had a great time.  And no one saw me on the way OUT of the building either.  Mission accomplished.

On Christmas,  I was thrilled to see that Santa HAD left gifts for me after all!  Each of us got an elk antler (no wonder my human suggested I put that on the list – she must have spoken to Santa), I got two new retrieving toys, Frodo got a treat dispensing toy and Elroy got a new ball.  There was a moment of PONdemonium in the DFZ when we were crazily ripping wrapping paper – and Frodo and I got into a “tussle.”  I think it was the excitement of the moment.  My human broke up the growling brothers – who make more noise than anything and promptly evicted us from the DFZ.  Party over.  Seriously, my human has no sense of adventure.  Admittedly we WERE rolling on the floor right in front of the giant tree with all the glass ornaments.  I’m not pointing paws – but he started it.  I think.  Actually – Frodo and I were just preparing for BOXING Day.  That’s what WE thought it was all about.  Good thing Santa doesn’t come back for presents.  Does he?

My human prepared a turkey dinner for her sister and mother and we dogs got some treats.  We WERE sequestered during the meal as SOME of us stare at diners, and it can become a bit annoying.  Actually – we ALL do it. But we did behave AFTER the meal.

Today the plan is for a long walk. And I’d like to try out my retrieving toys.  And then another walk.  Maybe a nap.  Another walk.  Maybe a round of “find the bunny.”  You get the picture – a dog perfect day.

Have a good one – and no fighting at the Boxing Day sales.