We had a relatively uneventful Christmas. After a nice walk, I went to my brother’s house and ate so much food that I actually hurt. He and his wife have two Great Danes and a Saint Bernard so my dogs have to stay home. That’s way too much dog in one house, especially since Piper and one of the Danes are friends and would likely tear the place apart playing chase.
I drove back home, planted my stuffed body on the couch, and watched movies with the dogs as a fire roared away while I sipped on Niagara ice wine. It was lovely.
Oh and we made a new friend while out on our morning walk: a seven month old Great Dane puppy named Phoenix. She bounded around my dogs and had a bit of a girl crush on Piper but was absolutely obsessed with Leo. She was so submissive that she would roll over every time he jumped up against her. Then she’d get up and pester him until he jumped on her and she’d roll over and he’d climb all over her and her whole body would be wriggling the entire time. Leo has that throaty Boston Terrier voice so he sounds so vicious but he was having the time of his life. It was a great way to start the day. And they were exhausted for the rest of the day which is the best Christmas gift of all.