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Connie’s Gone to the Dogs
Just before Christmas (December 15th, 12:58 a.m. to be precise) I turned in the manuscript for my July ‘07 book SKINNY-DIPPING. I then went missing. I went missing not only from the blog but from Christmas. For the first time in twenty some years, we were guests at Christmas dinner rather than hosts. There was no Christmas tree (not with three puppies and one adult dog in the house!) There were no Christmas cards sent. We managed to turn out a couple batches of spritz cookies, but other than that and the single five foot tall pine tree in front of the house decked in a single strand of bulbs, we were without decorations. We put a fifty dollar cap on the presents exchanged between us. My husband, who is a physician, was on call at the hospital yesterday. He didn’t get home until 3:00. At 4:00 we sat down to dine at my beloved cousins’ house and at 4:30 he was back at the hospital until 11:00.
What a revelation. Christmas this year, sans cooking, sans cards (though I shall probably send out a post Christmas greeting because I dearly love getting cards and I don’t want to be cross ed off anyone’s list) sans decorations and sans a huge group of people, and sans husband for most of the day, was still Christmas. Doodah and I spent the day putting together a jigsaw puzzle on the otherwise empty kitchen table, Doodah did her best to ruin one of the simplest cake recipes in the world (to bring to the beloved cousins’.) I am pleased to report her best wasn’t good enough. We spent over an hour at the dog park with other dogs and loving owners of dogs. And when David came home, we made Tom and Jerry’s and relaxed. Together. Dogs and all.
Tell, have any of you ever let the holidays go, only to discover they didn’t go anywhere? And while you’re at it, want to tell me some WONDERFUL, INSPIRING, SWEET stories about Pitbulls? Some of the older generation in my family is having fits about Sweet Sophie Mae’s inclusion in out family.
Bonner; age 9 months
Sophie Mae; age 7 months
eddie; age 11 months and Connie; age older than 11 months
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