Christmas Day was pretty understated in our household. Without me making an effort with the decorating, nothing gets done, except for my mum decorating the doors with Christmas cards and setting up her 1950s’ Crib by the front room window. She tells me of the days when she was first married to my father when people would stop by the window of their tiny terraced house to admire through the glass the Crib, illuminated by tiny lights. My father would always sort out all the lighting, right up till the end – on the real and fake Christmas trees – setting up the dripping icicles from the front of the house and carport, and the various coloured lights to be strung along the walls; notably, the downstairs hall. When I was normal (healthy body, not the painful crippled one of today), I’d always make time for decorating my various homes. However, this year, I wasn’t up to it health-wise, as quite exhausted. I say to myself that next year’s Christmas will be better with me being more prepared, starting those preparations earlier in the year…
Some dogs do, some dogs don’t. Twiglet, being skinny and without much fur (his mum is a smooth – short-coat – and, his dad, a long-hair) really feels the cold so I put his jumpers (sweaters) on when he goes outside. He usually wriggles out of them after a while if the house gets too warm though. His sister, CreamScone, hates wearing anything, as does her mother, Beatrix Grace (the smooth, black coated Chihuahua. Whilst Oscar Dandelion (the long-haired father of Twiglet, CreamScone, SnowDrop and Maxi) doesn’t mind wearing clothes if he has to – which is only when it’s really cold! And, CoCo, our large Chi with her beautiful face – I think she looks like Elizabeth Taylor! – and black thick, long-coat adores being dressed – although she never needs it! CoCo – aka Aunty Grumpy Bitch to the kids because of her snarling growl while they kiss her! – unsurprisingly loves all the attention she can get after first being in a home where she was abused; and, then, with a dog breeder for a couple of years. At 3 years of age she came to live with us. Slowly, her burgeoning confidence replaced the extreme anxiety.
I found cute pink giraffe one-sies (all-in-one-pajamas) and thought how cute CreamScone would look in one, but she wasn’t up for it. So, we soon undressed her. I’ve a feeling that she doesn’t get as cold as Twiglet does. The first thing he does when we open the back door to step into the garden, is to suddenly inhale the cold air with a shudder!
The photo above: is of Christmas morning, showing CoCo (top); Beatrix Grace sniffing her daughter’s behind to confirm that it really is CreamScone inside the mad pink giraffe ensemble!; Twiglet, dressed still in colourful stripey jumper, is also confirming what he thinks is true; and, (bottom-right corner) is Oscar Dandelion photo-bombing with his feathery tail.
The photo below: John washed the door and window and I decorated them with plastic-paper type snowflakes. It looks very pretty.
Photos below: of the dogs in the office where I sometimes sit at my mum’s computer. The telephone is down here, as are the various files. I put one of the wicker-basket-beds in here so the dogs had somewhere to rest because they tend to follow me about. There’s usually a long line of preceding dogs before I enter a room (as the others have mentioned!). It looks as though CreamScone is chomping on a cigar, but, in reality it is a dog-chew; from where she stole it I can only imagine…
The above photo: Gravy bones, anyone?! Saying that instead of ‘cheese’ makes them prick their ears. (They aren’t looking at me in that adoring manner).
Thanks for dropping by, Faith and Oscar Dandelion + co. xox
Copyright Faith McCord 2016
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