Holy crap, I saw a coyote at Bronte yesterday. Would have chased it, too, if Wayne hadn't been so quick to hook me back onto a leash. What a chase that would have been.

It's Christmas, and I've got a spring in my step today.

I got some great presents - a stuffed bunny without the stuffing (it looks rather like the roadkill I frequently covet), a stuffed sheep (which is already missing some stuffing in its head) and then dried bull penises (it just doesn't get any better, does it?).

Since I had identified my gift from Piper without any human help, using my superior scent skills, I took it upon myself to remove it from under the tree and open it. He got me the sheep, and some really smelly treats. Delish.

The human and I went for a walk in the snow after lunch and I ran and played and felt like a puppy. Carried her red mitten in my mouth for awhile on the walk, ate some snow, an all-round good time.

They're busy making Christmas dinner right now. There's a HUGE, amazing smelling turkey on the counter and I know that, despite the household rule against sneaking meat the the dog, my human will sneak me some.

I.

Can't.

WAIT.

Merry Christmas everyone -

Love,
Storm

Are you KIDDING ME???

Last night was weird - on one hand, wonderful, on the other hand, very confusing and stressful.

Human and I went for a nice after-dinner walk, the routine intact, my world was as I expect it to be. We hung out for awhile in the park across the street - she sat on a big tree stump while I laid in the grass and observed the world.

Then a big truck pulled into our driveway. She got all excited and said those magic words.

"Where's Adam????"

ADAM???

WTF?

ADAM IS OVER THERE?

Suddenly, I was a Mexican jumping bean, unable to keep my ass still or my feet on the ground, arthritis and hip displaysia forgotten as I bounded across the street.

Where I found Adam!

I went out of my mind with joy. His friend Jeff was there too. I also love Jeff.

Seems like a utopian night for a Boo, right?

Not so much.

Next thing I know, I'm attached to my human with a leash around her waist, and Adam and Jeff were hauling furniture and boxes out of the basement, from the upstairs area, into that truck.

I was so confused.

I panted, cried, paced, tried to stay as close to them as possible to supervise and attempt to decode their behaviour.

Oh, sure, they gave me occasional pats on the head etc. to reassure me. It didn't work - I immediatelly returned to panting.

The activity ended, and suddenly, after a brief goodbye, Adam and Jeff were gone.

I sniffed the house, trying to find them.

Then laid down and cried a bit.

And crashed like a stone.

Emotionally exhausted.

Very sore this morning. Ugh. I was limping, had to walk super slowly and stopped a few times just to rest and sniff the air.

Getting older has some benefits, but few of them are physical.

Ah, geese.

You produce such delicious poo.

I choked on my kibble this morning.

Not the usual "suck in too much kibble/hork it out onto the floor/eat it off the floor" stunt I like to pull.

I seriously choked.

Each meal is so exciting, you know? I can't stop inhaling all the delicious food.

Next thing I know, I'm gasping for air, trying desperately to dislodge the kibble.

The human rushed over, wrapped her arms around my belly under my ribs, and did something with her fists, but it didn't help. I was still choking.

She grabbed my face, pried my jaw open, shoved her hand in and expelled some kibble.

Much to our relief, it worked.

I stopped choking.

And proceeded to continue to inhale my yummy breakfast.