Merry Christmas?

I was looking forward to Christmas so much, and I guess it was ok. We were thinking a lot about the hounds we know on the forum that went to the bridge this past year. Lots of sadness for their families. But we also thought a lot about the friends that are still here and we were hoping they got lots of gifts from Santa Paws, even if they were less-than-well-behaved.

Santa made it to our house. We were all sound asleep by midnight on Christmas Eve. We woke up a little late on Christmas morning, but hey, it was Momma's and Daddy's day off and we thought they deserved to sleep in. Momma got up and made cinnamon rolls, but we didn't get any. BOOO Momma! We didn't even get to open our presents until the afternoon. Momma, Daddy, Winston, and I all got lots of gifts, but I think the commotion was too much. There was wrapping paper all over the living room, lots of noise and chaos. I got scared and hid behind the chair. Momma stopped all the commotion when she realized I was upset. She cleaned up all the paper and petted me. She told me I could come out and that everything was going to be ok. I wasn't so sure about that. I thought I might just stay behind the chair for a bit.

Finally, I came out and Momma said she was sorry that it got so crazy. She didn't think it would bother me too much, but she was wrong. I spent some time playing with my new toys. Winston and I each got a stuffed toy, a beefy bone, little peanut butter treats, a nylabone, and a squirrel-shaped cookie (Winston got his squirrel!) - all in all, a good bunch of gifts. Momma said that we can't have all our treats at once. That just makes Christmas last longer.

So I spent some time with that beefy bone, then had dinner and napped for the evening. Momma felt better when I ate dinner - she knew my Addison's was not flaring up. She was scared for a bit. She said that it was a good reminder that I am still an Addison's dog even though I am doing ok on my medicine. I guess we are all still new to this and learning what scares me, and how we need to cope with it.

I guess it was a Merry Christmas after all!

PS - No good pictures, as we failed to cooperate. Imagine!

Waiting for Santa Paws

Winston's being kind of naughty today, and I reminded him that Santa would be here tonight and he'd better behave. Then he chased the kitty. I've resorted to showing him this:

Santa Tracker

Hope it works in keeping my baby bro out of trouble.

Winston's Christmas List

My baby bro is about to learn about Christmas. He did a little over the weekend when we met creepy Santa at Petsmart. This guy was rude - he said (in not so many words) that I was fat. Excuse me skinny, grody Santa, but I have Addison's Disease and my medicine makes me chubby looking. I am watching my figure, but some things can't be helped. I'm never speaking to Santa again. Keep your stupid toys!

But Winston made a list anyway. I think we need to boycott Santa and just ask Momma to give us our presents. Here's what Winston wants for Christmas:

• To play with Nala the orange kitty
• Cat food
• Cheese
• A new Nylabone
• Lunch (we only get breakfast and dinner now!)
• The squirrels that live in the neighbor's tree
• His own sofa
• More stuffed toys
• Potato chips
  

His list is pretty simple. He says he has the best thing in the world already: a big sister who loves to play with him. I do love the little guy and missed him when he had to go to the doctor yesterday. My baby bro is the best guy in the whole world :)

My Christmas List

I am not a newbie at this whole Christmas thing like Winston is. I had Christmas before. Last year, Santa brought me presents and I had fun opening them...then chewing up the wrapping paper. Then, we went to Gramma and Grampa's for more presents and dinner. I ran all around their house in circles and never got tired. Then I would jump on Grampa's lap (I was still very little) and sit there, then jump back down. Gramma had all the presents under the tree and Momma was worried that I would open them for everyone before it was time. She kept an eye on me the whole time, but I was a good girl and NEVER bothered them. I did sniff them because I am a curious girl, but that was all.

Then I sneaked a piece of ham from the trash and ran away with it. I swallowed the big piece before Momma could take it, but she wasn't mad. She said it was better than some of the stuff I tried to eat at the park.

When it was present time, Momma said I could help her open some. But then Gramma gave me my own present...just for me...little Molly McFreckles! It was a chewy tug toy thing that I played with for a long time. Winston likes it now and that's ok.

So this year Winston is going to learn all about Christmas! He's going to love it!!! Soon we will go see Santa and get our pictures taken with him (I'll bet Winston tries to eat his beard!). But first, we have to make a list so we can tell Santa what to bring us. I am starting mine now:

Molly McFreckles' Christmas List

• A new chew stick that tastes like beef (or peanut butter)
  
• Pupperoni
• Peanut Butter - a gigantic jar!
• My own blanket
• No more shots
• For Winston to stop barking right in my face
  
• For Winston to stop tugging on my wiggly skin (ouch!)
• More stuffed animals
• My baby brother to stop stealing my toys
• More cheese (with out the pill hidden inside it - I'm on to you, Momma)
• More Molly-Momma time
• More Molly-Daddy time
• Sticks

That's all I can think of now. I'll come up with more, I am sure. Now I gotta go help my baby bro write his...he's clueless, sigh.

I Got My Feet Chopped!!!!!

Vet day was yesterday. Momma and I went to get my blood taken for my electrolytes...this is getting to be the same old story, isn't it? Anyway, I hope to find out tomorrow that all is in balance. I feel good, so I am not worried. I also got my heartworm/tick disease test and it was negative. Hooray! Wasn't worried there either, but we gotta make sure I am in good health. Gotta keep up with my baby bro. He's getting so big! He's almost as big as me! He'll be 1 in February. I hope we have cupcakes like we had on my birthday. Can't go camping though...it's too cold. We can owe you a camping trip, little bro!

So while we were at the vet, Momma remarked that my nails were long and the tech offered to trim them. Momma said she had planned to take us to Petsmart to get them done, but hadn't yet. So my bad Momma let them trim my nails while we were at the vet! Momma! How could you let them take my blood AND cut my feet off?! I dunno what I did to Momma to make her so mean to me! Hrmph!

Anyway, she says we still have to go to Petsmart to get Winston's feet cut off too (she swears it's just the nails, but I swear it's the whole foot!), but I can just go to say hi to my friends. I'm gonna laugh at Winston as he BAROOOOOOS the whole time they are taking away his feet. I am such a mean big sister.

So, we got some snow 2 weeks ago. I think I might love snow, because Momma got a 4-day weekend because of it. Her university didn't have power, so she didn't have to teach. YAY SNOW!! Winston got his first taste of snow...Daddy took him out in it while Momma was away that morning (driving on the slippery roads...be careful Momma!), but he didn't take any pictures. Momma took this one when she got home (safe and sound):


Then our power went out for a little while that night. Not for very long, so we were only a tiny bit cold. We were sleepy by that time anyway, so we didn't care. Winston crawled on the sofa next to Momma and slept through it:





So that's all we've been up to lately. I think Winston might be getting more teeth because he is chewing on EVERYTHING!! Momma is getting frustrated, but she says he'll get over it. I did the same thing at his age. Hope he is over it by the time Christmas is here...or he'll chew up the Christmas tree! Now, I have to go tell him all about the tree, and Santa, and presents...