I Spent My Christmas Wishing For Poop

So? Did you have a wonderful Christmas, get all you asked for? Maybe you received several items that immediately went to the “re-gift” box for next year. Either way Christmas has come and gone for another year, but wait let me tell you…

My 24 hours of Christmas was comical to say the least. Christmas day I spent home alone, remember Mom’s prerogative, enjoying time with my furry friends and once again shoveling Mother Nature’s dandruff. It really was a great time. Then late that evening the phone rings…

Ms. Twister. “Now don’t get upset because I already am but mouse has eaten a rawhide bone.”  To which I was totally confused and responded, “Why would I get upset and it is midnight!” “You don’t understand, she did not chew it, she swallowed it whole!”

Fragile Mouse

Oh yes, I love Christmas. All the vet could tell us, it being Christmas and midnight to boot, was if she throws up, bring her in. So my extended Christmas day was spent praying the dog would poop; funny how when you want them to they won’t. No way is Ms. Twister leaving her furry friend mouse, so how are we getting to Moms?

We call in dog sitters, give specific instructions on poop patrol and spend the day calling to check on the status of poop. No such luck. In the meantime Christmas in the holler is going on. Which consisted of way too much food and desserts that required a breathalyzer test before you could leave. Apparently Paula Dean recipes require you to be a lush to eat them.

Gifts were handed out, unwrapped and then the annual migration to the couch began parading by. I chatted with my two nieces and was informed a changing of the guard has taken place. It seems my status as the families “Black Sheep” has been replaced by them. Whew what a relief and oh to be 21 again.

Any who, heading back home my Grandmother just kept insisting we give the dog an enema. I don’t know about you but not something I want to learn how to do over the holidays. No, it is not really option either.

Poor mouse finally relieved herself late last night but to our dismay no rawhide. I’m praying the thing just got dissolved in her stomach. We remain on pooh watch. What a Christmas, now I'm scared of New Years. 

This week will be travel preparation for Ms. Twister. I will be getting her ready for her new job of traveling and educating myself on my new duties. I hope to post but remember I’ll be learning new things and it may tax my brain for a while.

I am hoping and praying all my east coast friends/followers are safe, please drop me a comment and let me know. And hey, what did you get for Christmas? I got wool socks and a crank lantern, no batteries required.

Peace…

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