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Merry Christmas

Or, of course, Happy Yuletide if you prefer. (Me, I like the presents…and the various scenes in public parks, store windows, so forth–whether Santa, elves, happy wild creatures in the snow, or *gasp* the Nativity Scene…streets decorated for Christmas…FOOD…and the music.*)

May Santa deliver all the gifts you wanted, without getting any of them stuck in the chimney!

And may all the critters to whom you are valet get an extra helping of their favorite treats.

*Music: The Messiah, natch, the “Carol of the Bells” (Robert Shaw version, please), and if you are so fortunate, John Lewis’s arrangement of “God Rest Ye, Merry Gentlemen”–I forget how it’s entitled on the album. Much additional worthy music, of course, but that’s the bare minimum.

Merry Christmas to all ;) ,

–J.

14 Comments

  1. GW says:

    The celebration of Yule honored, if I recall my history correctly, Odin, the god of War. Odin used to visit the little Germanic boys and girls at Yule. His horse would eat the goodies they left out and Odin would leave the children gifts. When the Germans and Norse were christianized, Yule melded with Christmas (syncretism) and Odin melded with . . . St. Nicholas of 4th c. Asia Minor to become Santa Claus.

    At any rate, Merry Christmas from across the pond, Cat Counters

  2. RAB says:

    Valeting critters? You betcha! The bonkers dog has to be walked, even on Christmas day, and this is now the wettest year on record. It has been pissing down for weeks here, there are floods all over the place, and our local park has turned into a quagmire since they foolishly went ahead with the Carol concert last week. The bonkers dog loves playing frisbee, and she came in so muddy two days ago we had to bath her (despite her adoring water, no easy task!) whe got half a bloody Grow Bag’s worth of mud off her!

    Right Singing in the Rain is about to come on, one of my all time faves, I can watch it any time, and at least it gives us a couple of hours respite from whatever exerable shite my mum wants to watch…

    Merry Christmas to you Julie.

  3. The Jannie says:

    “execrable shite”? Spoiled for choice there, aren’t we?

    A Happy Christmas to all and thank you to all you bloggers and commenters for the past year’s entertainment.

  4. John Galt says:

    @RAB:
    “The bonkers dog loves playing frisbee, and she came in so muddy two days ago we had to bath her”

    In line with the rules of the internet I invoke Rule #32, brief synopsis “Pics or it didn’t happen”.

    @Julie near Chicago:
    Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year

  5. RAB says:

    You want to see a pic of our Bonkers dog John?

    Lets see if this works, I’m not much good at using Photobucket either…

  6. RAB says:

    Nope it didn’t, back to the drawing board…

  7. Julie near Chicago says:

    LOL! She has fur, a passably awesome tongue, and, I suspect, tonsils. What more does a Bonkers Dog need!

    (You may diss her all you like, RAB, but she looks quite secure to me.)

    Is she some sort of spaniel–for some reason a Water Spaniel comes to mind LOL–or perhaps a Border Collie? Whatever, she looks a dear. Thanks for the photo. :)

  8. RAB says:

    As far as we can tell (she’s a rescue dog), she’s part Cocker, part Springer, part Collie and part Red Setter too (there’s a distinct red sheen to her coat in certain lights).

    I don’t diss her, she is the most precious thing we own, but she is bonkers, has no road sense whatsoever, and pulls on the lead like a whole team of Huskies on her own. She is also one of the smartest and most loving dogs I have ever had the pleasure to meet. She rules our house and we don’t know what we’d do without her.

  9. John Galt says:

    “…part Red Setter too…”

    Yup. That’s the source right there. Red Setter’s are well known for being 99% heart and 1% brain. That’s why she’s doolally, those genes really stick. Haven’t met a Setter or cross yet that wasn’t madder than Mad Jack McMad, the winner of last year’s “Mr. Madman” competition.

    H/T Edmund Blackadder, butler to the Prince Regent (and he’s bloody annoyed)

  10. Julie near Chicago says:

    RAB, just so her feelings won’t be hurt and she won’t be insulted on your account, please explain to her that I was only teasing with the “dissing” remark. I know perfectly well that in fact your heart is full of love for her, and of the admiration and respect she so richly deserves.

    In that mixture, by the way, the only DNA I’ve come across in real life is a Collie’s…and in that case it was mixed with who-knows-what else.

    My sweet Lucy, a.k.a. “The Luce,” is said to be “shepherd-terrier mix.” As far as most of us can see, the “terrier” is probably pit bull. As for the shepherd, there’s nothing I can see of the German Shepherd in her. So, who knows. But she is the sweetest dog I’ve ever known (save our dear departed Penny), adores all humans and other dogs on principle, could easily pull me off my feet when I was 12 years younger and a whole lot more, um, solid (and she was still a pup!) She weighs around 55 lb. Sweet Penny also was part terrier…and impossible to walk. But her other half was beagle, so she was a lot smaller. …Finally we were introduced to the Gentle Leader head collar, and that helped a lot with The Luce. Nowadays she’s slowed down a lot. And she’s very trainable, except for “Come.” My daughter’s the only one who was able to get a consistent result. Now she’s a lot more likely to do it for the rest of us.

    How big is “Miss Bonkers”…and what is her real name (unless her religion prevents you from sharing such confidential information)? How old is she? (Not that I’m a dog freak or anything. Oh, nor cat freak either. Unless they’re Counting, of course.)

  11. RAB says:

    Well her name’s Saffie, and she’s about 7 years old, and is very intelligent. She has picked up every cue going, knowing for instance that when I shut down the computer and the ding dong noise happens, it means we’re going out, then proceeds to bounce off the walls with joy. She will also do anything you say if you have food in your hand; sit, lie down, roll over, give you her paw, the lot. But if you haven’t, well she just stares at you as if to say ” I know what you’re saying, but in my own time dude, ok?” Frankly she is a stomach on legs, she will eat anything. But we love her to bits. Have a few more pics…

    http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee436/rab23/SnuffMillsandRetirement037_zps6149ed7d.jpg

    http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee436/rab23/SnuffMillsandRetirement026_zps55f453f5.jpg

    http://i1227.photobucket.com/albums/ee436/rab23/SnuffMillsandRetirement012_zpsd36da6f0.jpg

  12. Julie near Chicago says:

    She’s adorable! I think she’s a little bigger than Lucy, no? And I do know the sort of attitude you mean. There’s a little “what’s in it for me?” going around with those gears sometimes.

    I’ll just bet she’s had a lovely Christmas, and I hope her valet and lady-in-waiting likewise. Thanks very much for the pics, RAB. It’s so nice to see what people (and their masters and mistresses) look like.

    –LOL–what a silly thing to say. I suspected you look like a human! And that Saffie looks like a dog. ;)

  13. Laird says:

    Ah! Finally a photo of a muddy dog!

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