Sorry....

...but I seem to have lost control of things again. And when Doc told me that JJ was a little peeved that nothing new has been posted here, I blushed a lovely shade of red and promised to get on it. So no excuses, it is what it is...let's just get into it.

Today was the first snowfall of the season and Turbo was a little more than surprised by it. I love animals in the snow for the first time. It's hysterical. I have had many cats over my lifetime, though none now thanks to the horrible allergies all the men in my life have (oops, I digress). One of my favorite snow memories is of two of our cats heading outside into the first huge snow of the year. The first cat, Tiger, was a petite little princess who stepped right onto the snow and delicately traipsed across the top as if nothing was going on. Then the second cat, Snap, went out. He was an old man, who looked like he was wearing a tuxedo, that adopted us in his old age. He was very fat and very slow. Poor Snap followed Tiger out the door and proceeded to drop through the snow so we could barely see him. He managed to make his way through it, but it was funny to watch how the different cats worked through it.

So we're a dog family now and I was looking forward to seeing Turbo hit the snow for the first time. When I woke up and saw the snow this morning I couldn't wait to hear Turbo whining to go out. I let him out with a treat like I usually do, took a couple of minutes to gather myself up, while he usually eats his treat, and then I went to the door to see what he was up to. I couldn't really see what he was up to, usually he's wandering around the yard by now when all of a sudden he comes flying out of nowhere spinning around and stops dead in his tracks to look at the door. As soon as he sees my face he hightails it towards me and flies in the house. Clearly no poop happened so a walk is in order.

Thing 1 and I suit up for the snow and head out with Turbo. Turbo takes the better part of our street to figure out how to work the snow. He sprints and stops, sprints and stops until we get to his usual first pit stop. He starts settling in and walking like usual, but I can tell he is a little thrown by the snow. Now that he has figured out that the snow is not some evil being out to torture him, he needs to figure out how to poop. I guess the cold on his feet is a little disconcerting because it took him a while to work the right stance for this. He had a few attempts before he really worked it out. I know that's a gross topic, but it was very amusing and now that my kids are too old to be really funny about stuff like that, I am forced to turn to the dog for this kind of entertainment.

Staying on the topic of Turbo, we have just put the finishing touches on our Christmas decorations. We had to stop before we were done. Why, you ask, why wouldn't you finish putting all of your decorations out? Turbo is why. He has been excellent with the tree, and all of lights and frivolity so far. But not everything was put out. This afternoon we pulled the last boxes out and put the stockings up, the nativity out, the book on the bookshelves and the stuffed abominable snowman (Bumble) from Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer. We have all of the stuffies, but the Bumble got separated, so he is the first to get put out. Thing 1 placed him where we usually out our collection and we sat down to eat dinner. After dinner Thing 1 had a funny book on tape that he wanted me to listen to, so we went down to listen to it. Doc was watching football but allowed us to listen. Turbo now likes to hang out with Doc downstairs, so there he was just lying there doing what Turbo does best, nothing. I look at the book, and out of the corner of my eye I see Turbo cross the room and return. Out of the corner of my eye I now see Turbo flinging something around, what is it? Can you guess? Of course it's the poor Bumble. None of the other stuffed characters will see the light of Christmas this year, lest Turbo have a collection that would make all other Greyhounds go weak with envy.

So that's it. Just trying to get myself back into the groove. Have fun prepping for the Holiday of your choice. Life is good! Live it well.