Saturday, December 22, 2007

Happy Tails

Home. I love that word.

And I love this place.

The dogs have destroyed all of their dog house cushions while I was gone. There are pieces of cotton and flannel stuck in the rose bushes, plastered to the steps, with mounds of fluff everywhere. It looks like there was a giantic battle between the Michelin Man and the Stay-Puff Marshmellow guy out there.

Hubster and I have relaxed with at least 14 cups of coffee and Christmas carols. Perfect before sending me out with the dogs.

Beautiful Anouk and Typhon pulling me along as I sing, "chestnuts roasting on an open fire" at the top of my lungs. Of course, Typhon was pulling so he wasn't able to contribute as well as he normally does, but I'm sure he'll make up for it at 7pm.


I love this place.


Sue said...

I thought Typhoon was a 7am singer with bells...bless him...a holiday dog all year.

Kelly said...

Glad you're home safe and without sickness! Have a relaxing and peaceful time with all your peeps. Give them all a squeeze for me.

Dig said...

He's a karaoke kinda dog. Just needs a tune and off he goes!

Squeezes given, Kel! xoxo

RHB said...

Weclome home!

Diane said...

Does Typhoon ever karakoke to the Happy Tails song. Luna realy loved tha one.

ckweirath said...

Welcome home, Karen. I'm glad you are all safe & sound. Enjoy the holidays at home. :)