Before we get to the year that was or the year that will be, here’s your annual Christmas card. Brought to you by the little dogs that keep us happy, on our toes, and forever finding rawhide chews in the strangest places.

Yes, Geoff is correct in the post that he just put up. It isn’t cold outside. At all. But I’m not talking about actual weather, I’m talking about that blasted song. I’m talking about that “Christmas Song” that’s commonly referred to now as “The Rapey Song.”
You know the one. Once you actually listen to the words you get uncomfortable each time you hear it. It’s a duet. It’s ostensibly about flirting, a date, and a storm.
So tomorrow is Christmas Eve, and the temperature is going to be soaring up to a record-breaking 25 to 35 degrees above normal.
No. Just no. In fact, hell no.
Continue reading “Dear universe – I want New England weather back”
Yes, we know that at midnight tonight you’ll be dressed up and in a theatre seeing Star Wars. (We’re waiting to see it with our nephews and niece after Christmas.) But, this is some of the stuff that we’re reading right now. We think you should be reading it too.
Regular readers know that we’re animal lovers here. We have cats and dogs here at Casa Dachshund, despite the name, and we love all animals.* That’s why this new project by Matthew Inman of The Oatmeal fame is so cool. This is, as he explains on the website, a form of cat atonement (catonement) for recently Kickstarting a super successful game called Exploding Kittens. Really.
a phenomenon was born – A Charlie Brown Christmas.