It's A Wonderful Life

Ah Christmas. A time of family, friends and food. A roaring fire on Christmas Eve meant the dogs had their first real taste of wood heat and all the glorious things that come with it. It didn't take them long to gravitate to the fireside once I put their beds near the hearth. Archer made sure he was closest to the flames but everyone got a taste. One day in the future I'll have a fireplace or at least a wood stove and they can bask in its glow at home instead of just as guests at my parent's house. On Christmas morning they got their new collars and toys and treats and we enjoyed a lovely walk around the acreage while the turkey was cooking. Lovely being relative to how much you get to beat up on each other. Or how much deer poop you can consume within a given amount of time; that would be from the time you discover the pile of poop to the time Mommy insists 'enough already'.

After the walk they snuggled down on their beds again and had some quiet time with their new toys. Well, the ones they couldn't immediately consume. These toys will meet a sad and bitter end but for now are enjoying a reprieve in the toy box while the dogs nap. No Christmas is complete without a turkey and all the fixings. The Ridgebacks were very helpful in the kitchen. Leeloo kept a very close eye on how my Dad prepared the turkey.

Leeloo was very concerned whenever my Dad abandoned the turkey to accomplish some other cooking related activity. Good thing she was there to make sure it didn't try to escape.

And they all wanted to be sure when my mom set out the plates that there was one for each of them. They didn't get their own plate but were treated to some fatty bits of leftover turkey and some gravy on their food. It was a wonderful Christmas and the first of many more yet to come in this glorious place called Nova Scotia