December 28, 2011

{ Our Christmas }

 Hope you all had a wonderful Christmas. Ours was very nice. Had a special Christmas Eve dinner at my nephews home. Turkey, Prime Rib...the works! They have a very lovely home and it was nice to have the family together.

My sweet Grandnieces

Christmas day was spent in my jammies! Hubby slept til noon, as he works a graveyard shift 7 days a  week. The puppers knew it was Christmas and Bailey couldn't wait so he stole a present and took it under the bed to unwrap and gut the stuffing out. Silly little boy!

This may be Violet's last Christmas with us so I got LOT"S of photos of her with her pressies!



Hope the New Year brings you all you want...
and be Safe!! 

December 21, 2011

{ A Shelter Dog's Christmas }

'Tis the night before Christmas and all through the town,
Every shelter is full. We are lost but not found.
Our numbers are hung on our kennels so bare.
We hope every minute that someone will care.

They'll come to adopt us and give us the call,
"Come here, Max and Sparkie. Come fetch your new ball!!"
But now we sit here and think of the days
We were treated so fondly. We had cute, baby ways.
Once we were little, then we grew and we grew -
Now we're no longer young and we're no longer new.

So out the back door we were thrown like the trash.
They reacted so quickly. Why were they so rash?
We "jump on the children," "don't come when they call,"
We "bark when they leave us," "climb over the wall."
We should have been neutered. We should have been spayed.
Now we suffer the consequence of the errors THEY made.

If only they'd trained us. If only we knew...
We'd have done what they asked us and worshiped them, too.
We were left in the backyard, or worse - left to roam.
Now we're tired and lonely and out of a home.
They dropped us off here and they kissed us good-bye...
"Maybe someone else will give you a try."

So now here we are, all confused and alone
In a shelter with others who long for a home.
The kind workers come through with a meal and a pat.
With so many to care for, they can't stay to chat.
They move to the next kennel, giving each of us cheer.
We know they wonder how long we'll be here.

We lay down to sleep and sweet dreams fill our heads
Of a home filled with love and our own cozy beds.
Then we wake to see sad eyes, brimming with tears -
Our friends filled with emptiness, worry, and fear.
If you can't adopt us and there's no room at the inn,
Could you help with the bills and fill our food bin?

We count on your kindness each day of the year.
Can you give more than hope to everyone here?
Please make a donation to pay for the heat
And help get us something special to eat.
The shelter that cares for us wants us to live
And more of us will, if more people will give.


~ author unknown ~

December 19, 2011

{ I am PO'd }

I am so mad. Made a double batch of sugar cookie dough. Same recipe I've used for years. It's dry and crumbly and a fight to get rolled out. Didn't really notice the bad texture till it was out of the mixer. I have four 'slabs' in plastic wrap waiting in the fridge to be rolled and baked. Any suggestions as to what I can do to help it out?