Saturday morning, early, Mr. Butters and I had a vet appointment in the city. It was a long and dicey trip over the mountain and into the icy streets of the city. In my underlying state of eternal optimism, I had envisioned salted streets and cleared sidewalks. In reality, it was a skating rink because, apparently, the roads department figured no one had to drive anywhere on a Saturday before Christmas. It was a real challenge, negotiating the sheet ice on the sidewalks, while hefting a tweenie weenie. We inched our way to the vet's doorstep and arrived unscathed. The vet techs have formed a Mr. Butters fan club - in spite of the carrying-on that erupts during each and every visit. This was his final laser treatment and I hit them up for another nail trim - we need to do small bits at a time - which resulted in much screaming, yelping and general tumult that had the other patients and their people glancing nervously at each other. So much drama. We have moved from laser treatments which, although therapeutic, were not making much headway, to prednisone. He has an appointment to be microchipped (that should be good for some high drama, as it will also involve nail trimming) at the end of January, and then we are on our own.
Mr. Butters has been enjoying more time out of the crate, as we try mightily to keep him from bouncing.
|There is no bouncing while begging.|
|OMG, my dirty dishwasher! That has to be |
moved to the top of The List
We had a lovely and low-key Christmas - Auntie Baby was up from the City for Christmas Eve. We had our standard lobster and champagne and a fire in the fireplace. The dogs got their presents, Slimbo got his (which already needs triage) and we were yawning and in bed by 8:30! Christmas morning dawned with almost 8" of snow, so I was very glad to have 4 wheel drive on the Hyundai. I inched my way to the dairy farm and dropped off a warm mound of monkey bread - half of which disappeared in the 10 minutes I was there. Auntie B shoveled while I slogged through the morning chores. Everyone got Christmas treats, thanks to their Auntie Santa Jane!
Here's what else I got -- are you ready?
|My favorite kind of goat! On a pillow!|
Auntie B and I made our way - carefully - up to Vermont and had a lovely dinner. The family unit was fully intact - something not achieved for ages. I had an uneventful trip home and my personal family unit tucked in for a cosy night of ginger tea (me) and a DVD. It was my kind of holiday.