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No More Stinky Rolls/Or The Christmas Haircut

12/10/2015

There was something different in the air when I was getting ready for my walk. For one thing there was my bottle of shampoo sitting on the counter along with a pile of towels.

My eyebrows raised upon seeing these items. "Ohhh nooo I thought to myself. It simply can't be bath-time already. Carefully I think back over the recent events here at my humble home. Firstly I'd had a bath exactly 2 weeks before...So this does fall into my winter bath schedule...Ok so that's a given.

Then a light bulb goes off and a feeling of unease replaces my sense of pleasure over going on my morning walk. I let out a little sigh realizing indeed Christmas is almost here as I have now figured out I'll be going to get my Christmas haircut tomorrow."

Going out my back door didn't fill me with the typical sense of adventure it usually brings. I didn't look with eager anticipation for those pesky squirrels that like laughing at me when they climb up the tree before I can catch them. Nopes no happy girl today.
Christmas haircuts are the absolute worst. Any other haircut and I can go out the next day and dig for moles, roll in something smelly; whatever my heart desires as Mom says, "It'll all come off with soap and water". Christmas haircuts mean I have to not play in the dirt, not roll in anything smelly and I must go back to my summertime bath schedule of 1 bath a week until the holidays are over. ~sigh~

Christmas haircuts also mean the dreaded Christmas outfits when guest come over.... I know you my furiends can feel my pain. The cute reindeer outfits (in my honest opinion Huge FAIL), the sweet red Christmas dress (in my opinion bigger FAIL) ..~sigh~

I did go on my walkie today, but pawfuriends I must confess my mind was otherwise occupied on more pressing matters and it simply didn't hold the magic it typically does.

Now that the Christmas Haircut has brought back memories of the REAL meaning of Christmas I Molly say, BAH HUMBUG.

Love, Molly the not in the Christmas Spirit Doxie and my Mom

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'Tis the Season

12/8/2015

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I Molly am not a graceful pup. I'll be the first to admit it. So when I tripped and fell skidding on my nose on our walk down the trail today Mom didn't give much of a reaction.

In my defense, I have to say, "I've been a bit walkie deprived as "It is the Season". You pups know what I mean. It happens at every dogs house that celebrates Christmas. It starts off with all the crates and tubs littering your living room floor to where it becomes an absolute maze trying to get from one end of the room to the other. It progresses from there to the rest of your home. Go ahead tell me it's like this at your house too right? The holiday season even spills over into our walkie time. Meaning we can sometimes get less of them, or at least I have been shorted on that front here lately.

So when I say I slid down part of the trail on my nose you understand why. I was anxious to catch up on what had been going on in the woods with my friends. Mom and I startled a doe and her fawn looking for bits of something green to eat on the edge of the forest. In the distance we could hear the raucous voices of the crows, squabbling over who knows what. I found a wonderful fragrance in the dead leaves I   wanted to wear.   I smeared it on the side of my face so I could catch a whiff every now and then when I moved my head just right.   So far things were perfect.

My walk carried me out into the field where the warm sun was like a welcome blanket after the cool of the woods. The sky the beautiful Carolina blue that NC is famous for. I soon found the trail of a rabbit and was far too absorbed to notice the pair of geese gliding across the amber water of the pond. The trails of their paddling making a silver path in the deep dark waters.   The gentle lowing of the cattle a few farms away lost to my ears as well.

I cast to and fro frantically searching for a clue as to the location of this elusive tormentor of my soul. I was certain I could feel him staring at me from some hidden location with a wry smile on his smug face. This only served to spur me on to search harder for my nemesis. After determining that Mr. Rabbit had left no real clues to his current location I told Mom it was time to take our hike deep into the forest.

This is our favorite time during our walks. Moving closer to the head of the trail suddenly there's a "leaf dance" that begins as we get to the edge of the field. Mom says a "leaf dance" is the sign that Angels are walking by. As suddenly as it starts the leaves fall to the ground. Now we hear the rattle of the dead brown leaves hanging in the trees blowing in the gentle breeze.   Indeed the Angels were walking through the forest.

It's peaceful walking the trail through the woods. The sunlight making a dappled pattern on the leaf covered forest floor. The antique beige leaves of the Birch tree a beautiful contrast to the deep rich tones of winter evergreens. There was the occasional nervous chirping of the snowbirds that visit for our warmer winters.No doubt refueling after their long flights.

It was a long slow walk as I knew that once I get back to our little house in the woods Mom's Christmas preparations would start again and I Molly would take a much needed nap. Dreaming of doggy treats under the tree, and new toys to destuff.

Love, Molly and my Mom

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No More Stinky Rolls/Or The Christmas Haircut

'Tis the Season

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