wishing all the readers of my blog a very merry christmas.
Drawing of Rocket by Chloe @drawmelikethat.
Christmas in our house is a great source of entertainment. There is tinsel and baubles on the tree for cat attacks, wrapping paper and in some cases unwrapped presents to chew. (thank you Rocket - that bill I am compiling is growing very long particularly in the book department) Cellotape to mysteriously disappear (note to self check under dog beds) and we haven't even got out the stockings, crackers and turkey. Actually we don't eat turkey but Pixie does and the brussels sprouts, roast potatoes and stuffing but not too keen on cranberry sauce.
This is a time in the year to reflect on what has gone past and acknowledge realisations of previous behaviour (are you taking note Rocket?) The only realisation I have made is that Pepys the duckling has turned out to be a girl. I must move her come spring or she may not be able to walk again - she is in the back garden with the three boys.
So I've asked Pocket in the philosophical chair, which he likes to spend his time in and has made his domain, for a final bon mot for this year.
Always be yourself unless you can be a wolf.
Then always be a wolf.
Have you been on that Colorado wolf website again? I asked. He stared at me and sighed heavily. You don't honestly think I go on your computer do you?
I don't trust him - I've caught him watching cat videos on the internet.
This is a beautiful photo of Pixie taken by my friend Anne Clements from her forthcoming book of other beautiful photos of dogs, She's kindly let me use it here as I think it shows Pixie in a good light.
In answer to me asking her (Pixie not my friend Anne) if she had any interesting facts, she also sighed heavily.
A wolf can run at 40mph which means that being a wolfhound I can run at 41mph.
She went back to sleep and I watched her legs twitch and I honestly think as she dreamt her legs were actually going at 42 mph.
A festive photo of one of the hedgehogs, I tried to choose red towels to give them a christmas feeling. Normally of course they'd be asleep over the christmas period so perhaps the red towel might be a bit confusing.
I'm considering wrapping Rocket up in christmas paper but have just remembered that a dog isn't just for christmas.
Thank you for reading my blog this year and a merry christmas from me and all the animals that feature on these pages and give me and others an endless source of entertainment.
Wolf Moon
by Mary Oliver
Now is the season
of hungry mice,
cold rabbits,
lean owls..
...now is the season
of the hunger Death;...
...he means to cleanse
the earth of fat;
his gray shadows
are out and running...
from cabin to cabin,
from bed to bed,
from dreamer to dreamer
