I spent the evening making Christmas bandannas to put on groom dogs.. I’m totally good at it. Which is amazing when you consider that I have to operate scissors and also there is glue.
At the very least, because it’s me, one might have expected a scissor wound to the forehead or glue in the eye. Neither of those things happened!
All credit for this goes to Patsy, who told me (and showed me) how to do it.
Well, some credit anyway. Like 5-10%, maybe.
I get the rest for not fucking it up.
Is everybody ready for Christmas? I’m not!
Still lots of gifts to buy and 14 more days of Pooter lamenting that he wishes Christmas would just get here already.
He’s been really good all year. Well, most of the year. He’s had his moments, but he keeps his room and toys picked up and he feeds the dogs every morning and he’s always full of cheer and a helpful little soul.
But if he calls me a hockey puck one more time, I’m telling Santa.
Johnny Mathis sings Silent Night: