I swear, Tweed has the biggest schnoz. All the better to smell food with, he says. Is this normal for senior dogs, to become ever-increasingly obsessed with eating? Tweed’s always been a chow hound, but lately he’s downright irritating about it.
Of course, TWooie is no slouch in the eating and/or nose department either … although his nose looks like someone affixed a piece of an old tire to the end of his face:
I’m seeing similarities … maybe his dad hid his real nose.
And Woo, of course, pleads with you to admire his great big honker as well.
We here at Food Lady’s Farm are hoping you all had a very merry Christmas, and that you all got whatever your little hearts desire. We had a very boring Christmas, as I had to work from Christmas eve right on through. Just to rub salt in my wounds, my family sent me photos of the warm, sunny, beach-y exotic places they were all spending Christmas at. Awesome. And ya’ll wonder why I live alone with 6 dogs? ;-)
But I did get some pretty cool stuff for Christmas nonetheless. The bestest gift – Miss Widdles found herself on the front page of the North Shore News last week:
It didn’t feel like a gift at first. The sh*t-storm of phone calls that resulted made for a very Grouchy Food Lady. Firstly, every person who called, without fail, wanted to know if “HE” was still available and then to advise they were coming right away to “save” HIM so we “wouldn’t kill him.” By the end of the day, my coworker was lunging for the telephone before I could answer it, lest the flames shooting out of my eyes burn the communication device in a puff of plastic and smoke.
But in the end, the newspaper article was a blessing, as on Christmas eve Riddle went home with her two new dads, and her two new Airedale terrier brothers, and got herself a new name (Jenny). While we miss her lots, I am so happy she finally found a home of her very own. That was a great Christmas gift for everyone.
Then my chickens decided to give me the gift of playing a practical joke on me. I went outside to feed the hens and collect some eggs, and half of them were missing. What the eff? I was super bummed, because I assumed something had snuck into the pen and made off with half the sum total of my laying hens … and to add insult to injury, they took at the ones that actually lay, and left me with a rooster, the Ameraucanas and the Welsummer, none of whom give me anything at all.
As I was pouting in the pen, Miss Animal Control chicken and her gang of red hens came running across the lawn with their skirts all hiked up. Apparently they had, literally, flown the coop, and taken themselves on a little foraging adventure.
So once everyone was safely back in the pen (and as an aside, my useless border collies just will not work chickens, and in the end, I had to use Springaling to chase them all back into their enclosure) I went to collect the eggs and found my *real* Christmas gift from the chickens.
My first blue egg!
I have been waiting and waiting and waiting for this! My Ameraucanas, which I bought back in April, have been extremely lazy about laying. They are now like 9 or 10 months old, and most chickens start laying around 6 months. I guess they had better things to do. But how cool are blue eggs? That was a pretty rad Christmas present.
Just before Christmas Tweed gave me the gift of being AWESOME. We had our annual Agility Christmas party last Thursday, and at these parties we play a version of that game where you pick a wrapped gift and the next person can either steal your gift or pick a different wrapped one. Except in our version, you have to run a Steeplechase course, and you can only steal a gift from someone you are faster than. You get the idea.
Tweed gave me the gift of being THE FASTEST DOG IN THE CLASS. That’s right! Going on 12 years old and he still smoked every single other dog and won the whole night. I *heart* my old man dog so very much!
But still, despite all my Christmas blessings, I still didn’t get an actual present, you know? So in the end, I decided to give myself something for Christmas.
Oh yes. I did. Spring is officially a member of the pack now :)
And speaking of gifts, I have not forgotten that I promised to give away a gift certificate to Mr. Chewy to my favourite caption for this photo:
You guys are all so funny, and there were lots of good captions, so it was hard to pick. But KRISTI made me laugh the most with her caption of “Hello, Clarice!” because it’s something I say all the time when Dex makes that face (which he does all the time), so congratulations Kristi! Send me an email and I will send you your gift code for Mr. Chewy!
So as another year comes to a close, may I just say to you all that I am happy that I get to share my doggie-life with all of you. You make me laugh, you make me happy, and hopefully we do the same for you through the magic of Wootube.
A couple of random shots:
Why won’t it go?
Hockey balls taste good.
Yay! It’s going! It’s going!
Until next year friends … bye bye!