I wish Santa would bring me a little dog for Christmas Day, but he or she’d get spoiled in a hurry.
My present dog, Duffy, still comes over to see me, but she makes it very obvious what she’s after. She knows where the doggy things are (like dog biscuits), and she can sniff out the odd piece of honest to goodness meat in the fridge. Seems nobody at Duffy’s place will give her a good satisfying tummy rub, so she gives me a lot of hints and comes and lays over on her back and waits it out; she knows I’ll eventually get the message.
That’s one of the reasons I really love that old dog – she’s so devious. When it comes to heading to her new place, in a flash she’s on the leash. Not even one look back at me. I’ve come to the conclusion – I’m just the poor sucker until the next visit.
Christmas is breaking out all over in this, my second home. One of the ladies even has her walker all decked out. A bit of overkill, or just the Christmas spirit?
My kitchen is decked out with a box of mandarin oranges and some toffee and shortbread. That’s my kind of Christmas – the eating kind.
The Dec. 6, Whist games at the Senior’s Hall saw four tables in play and the winners were Gordon Crichton (215) and Rob Rutten (213). Other good scores were Bill Fleming (205), Bob Corbert (208), Gloria Gartner (201), Susan Garland (201) and Ed Gartner (200).
Merry Christmas – the good, the bad and the ugly.