Category: Furry Fridays

Every year, I have to debate on a tree or not. The year Trixie came it was absolutely no way there could be a tree (see here). Or the year I had both one year old Willow, and bull-in-a-China-shop Jasper, I managed to have a tree and it survived beautifully.

Last year, with Reggie being a rambunctious kitten, I opted out of a tree, actually most decorations. But this year, I really wanted a real tree. Every few years, I opt for a tabletop tree instead of my cute candlestick fake tree.

I decided, despite the challenges, I wanted one this year. Found a really nice one and crossed my fingers it would all work out.

Costco rotisserie chicken has ruined Reggie (well, all the cats, really, they love it). I seldom grab one, but the last one I had, Reggie turned himself inside-out every time I opened the refrigerator door.  That has continued, even though there is rarely anything for him. It’s gotten to the point that, in order to get him out from under my feet, I have to pick him up and show him there is nothing on the counter for him. He then hops off in a huff.

Don’t miss the sign in the upper right-hand corner. The pups were very good while we traveled and held an estate sale to empty my father’s house.

I try very hard to resist getting them any more stuffies, but I saw the two goats at the thrift store, for the outrageous price of $2 each. I had hoped for three, because you cannot bring only two stuffies into the house when there are three dogs. Then I spotted the horse (for the same ridiculous price) and knew it would be Trixie’s newest snuggle stuffie. She likes the big ones for that full-body snuggle.

And why do I usually resist the urge to buy more? This is why:

Scout turned eight years old this week. I got out her old scarf and the brown bear to recreate the photo from her first day with us.

Scout keeping watch for trick-or-treaters while Jasper conserves his energy for the actual door knockers.