Wow, it got cold suddenly. You know it’s cold when the temperature climbs up 20 to 25 degrees from when I got up this morning, and it’s still only 12 degrees Fahrenheit.
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.
I’m not sure where in the mists of Internet history the Jesus riding the dinosaur to church thing first happened. To me it’s felt like it’s been around as long as the Westboro Baptist Haters or the crazy doomsday prophets on the street corners. That is, always.
Today, however, I think the meme jumped the shark… as it were. Today, it showed up in Petsmart.
Or, perhaps, it’s more accurate to say that he’s not a fan of tie dye. He is, however, a fan of play. And of stuffed toys. And of absolutely killing stuffed toys while playing. And, unlike Rerun, he doesn’t eat the stuffing. WIN.
Which bring us to tie dye, dancing bears, and the Grateful Dead.
Today we brought home the newest member of our family, Dash. Dash is a 6-year-old black and tan tweenie male long hair dachshund. We thought initially that the previous owners had named him Dash because so many people mispronounce dachshund as “dash-hound.” Apparently that’s not the case, this little guy is fast.