Nine has taken a fancy to the dog’s tennis ball.I don’t know if this was an act of defiance (it’s yours so I am taking it), a true act of comfort (cats sleep on the darnest things), or pure silliness (because he loves to make us laugh).
As we enter 2017, I look forward to another great year of learning, laughing, and loving with your wonderful pets, and poems, and stories, and stuff. You, my blogfriends, are a wonderful gift that I give myself every time I open my reader or check my comments. I look forward to continued antics in 2017.
I believed in Santa for many many years. There was never a religious connection for me when it came to Santa Claus. I figured Santa and his reindeer brought gifts to everyone, everywhere, this time of year. There is no tradition of giving gifts for Hanukkah (it is not the Jewish Christmas). But we would get one small gift and, of course, I thought it came from Santa.
My biggest dilemma was figuring out how he got in the house. We did not have a fireplace, though I knew we had a chimney. Being the very bright child that I was, I figured Santa came down through the exhaust fan over the stove. Made sense to me when I was 7.
Wherever your find magic in the holiday season, DogDaz Zoo, wishes you a fur filled and fabulous Caturday. My your candles burn bright (away from cat’s whiskers or tails) and your donuts be sweet.
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