This was the first time we had a Christmas at home with our own little family. To make it even more special, we had the pleasure of babysitting Iggy over Christmas. He had a great time; he enjoyed being able to walk in and out of the house several times a day, sneak bites of our dogs' food (against which he has allergies), and wail at Heidi and Bea every time they playfought. We enjoyed his company, how he distracts Heidi and Bea from tormenting us all day and how he sat on my lap and watched me make fires.
In my previous post I mention how difficult Wendell makes it for me to play DS. Pugs are a much more effective obstacle.
The babies each had their own overflowing stocking filled with all kinds of smelly treats making it difficult for them to resist the temptation to sniff and lick and pick at them before they were allowed.
The three children about to get a treat. I like the progression from white, to mixed, to black. It reminds me of the posters you see these days, say for universities, that show four or five very happy people, and one just happens to white, one black, one brown, one red, one yellow. All arm in arm and laughing explosively because life on campus is just so darn grand.
Heidi sticking her tongue out at me.
Bea chewing a bone. We feel awful buying rawhide for the babies, but it's unbelievable how hard it is to find treats that don't in some way include animal body parts as ingredients. We're probably going to have to resort to making our own vegan dog treats. Who knows, maybe we'll tap into a niche market and become rich. Mmmm... wealth AND a clear conscience!
Heidiclaus. This hat was actually Iggy's and he's the only one we didn't get a picture of wearing it. Shame on us.
And yes, the humans got stockings too.
Much exhaustion led to many naps for people and pugs especially. One might wonder how two people can fit in a bed with three dogs. But pugs actually sleep on top of people, the result being no reduced space, only reduced mobility.
Sharon and Iggy. Awww.
Thanks for being with us for Christmas Iggy. We miss you. You're welcome anytime.
This was the first time we had a Christmas at home with our own little family. To make it even more special, we had the pleasure of babysitting Iggy over Christmas. He had a great time; he enjoyed being able to walk in and out of the house several times a day, sneak bites of our dogs' food (against which he has allergies), and wail at Heidi and Bea every time they playfought. We enjoyed his company, how he distracts Heidi and Bea from tormenting us all day and how he sat on my lap and watched me make fires.
In my previous post I mention how difficult Wendell makes it for me to play DS. Pugs are a much more effective obstacle.
The babies each had their own overflowing stocking filled with all kinds of smelly treats making it difficult for them to resist the temptation to sniff and lick and pick at them before they were allowed.
The three children about to get a treat. I like the progression from white, to mixed, to black. It reminds me of the posters you see these days, say for universities, that show four or five very happy people, and one just happens to white, one black, one brown, one red, one yellow. All arm in arm and laughing explosively because life on campus is just so darn grand.
Heidi sticking her tongue out at me.
Bea chewing a bone. We feel awful buying rawhide for the babies, but it's unbelievable how hard it is to find treats that don't in some way include animal body parts as ingredients. We're probably going to have to resort to making our own vegan dog treats. Who knows, maybe we'll tap into a niche market and become rich. Mmmm... wealth AND a clear conscience!
Heidiclaus. This hat was actually Iggy's and he's the only one we didn't get a picture of wearing it. Shame on us.
And yes, the humans got stockings too.
Much exhaustion led to many naps for people and pugs especially. One might wonder how two people can fit in a bed with three dogs. But pugs actually sleep on top of people, the result being no reduced space, only reduced mobility.
Sharon and Iggy. Awww.
Thanks for being with us for Christmas Iggy. We miss you. You're welcome anytime.
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