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Downton Kenora: Episode 4: Going Back

I hope you don’t find today’s episode boring. I warned the Scribe that you might. She doesn’t listen very well. [Kind of like someone else we know?]

Today, we’re heading back in our guided tour, back from The Foyer and into the first room off The Gallery (I’ll show you that later), back into what I say is

soooo last season!

soooo last season!

The Christmas Room.

I think they should call it the Winter Room. I know I would find that more interesting. Bring some snow in and make it genuinely wintry. Now that has potential! Instead, B&E (that’s Bonnie and Elizabeth, not break and enter!) have done this as a compromise:

Not a real tree. Just a painting of snow. They are beautiful paintings by local artists, but still not the real thing...

Not a real tree. Just a painting of snow. They are beautiful paintings by local artists but, still, not the real thing…

After taking this picture, the Scribe got a little fed up with my attitude. I guess I can’t blame her. She works hard to make things look nice, and her goal is not to achieve real winter. She says I can go outside and experience that. I can have all I want of it when we get home. “Show some spirit, Stella!” she said.

“We aren’t even open yet.”

Then she got an idea. I hate it when Elizabeth gets ideas.

“Why don’t you take a photo?” Not a good idea at all. Look what happens:

I really did take this photo. I stepped on the remote. "Wait!" cried the Scribe, "We need to move that box first..." Too late.

I really did take this photo. I stepped on the remote. “Wait!” cried the Scribe, “We need to move that box first…” Too late.

I went back outside – not Outside into Winter. Just outside the Christmas Room. It’s too small for both of us.

Elizabeth took another picture from two-legger viewpoint. Just so all the other dogs who read this can see what's up on top of the table.

Elizabeth took another picture from two-legger viewpoint. Just so all the other dogs who read this can see what’s up on top of the table.

Look, another lesser Black Cawing Flapper! He’s not real, either. Neither is the Snowman.

One last corner and we’re done:

The cards and books and other interesting little Christmassy/wintry things.

The cards and books and other interesting little Christmassy/wintry things.

Oh! And there’s the Christmas Wreath hiding in the corner. Elizabeth says she’d better get that bagged and stored ’til next Christmas.

That’s today’s tour. Just one great big tease, if you ask me (today’s supposed to be my day off to play in the snow).


We Two Kings of Occident Are…

A couple of weeks ago, everyone here was celebrating Christmas. There was a lot of build-up to it among two-leggers (there always seems to be) – people decorating and putting up lights all along the big gravel path, people rushing into stores with lists of things to buy…. And this year, my blogging friend Rumpydog decided to make it more fun for us dogs, not to mention more accessible! He acted as go-between for dogs everywhere who wanted to contact the dog equivalent of St. Nick, Santa Paws!

Well, with all the furor in two-leggerdom, I decided maybe I should explore the idea of Santa Paws and the possibilities in writing to him as my pal Rumpy suggested. And Santa Paws got my letter! Not only that, but dogs everywhere added their voices to support my Christmas wish. You can go into Rumpydog’s blog and read it here if you haven’t seen it yet.

So, I had high expectations for Christmas. Last year was good, This year was going to be exceptional! I’m glad my letter didn’t get to Santa Paws any earlier, because if it had, I wouldn’t have been able to bear the suspense! (It was hard enough waiting to see if Santa Paws actually got it – I didn’t know until Rumpy told me he’d posted it on his blog, you see.)

Christmas morning. Elizabeth came out and took me for a walk. Nothing new there. She let me off my lead when we got to the big gravel path and I raced for home. Elizabeth. Took. Her. Time.

When we got in, everything seemed just as usual. No new scents. No sense of tension or excitement.

Elizabeth fixed me up a bowl of food: my usual kibble. But today she made it special by adding some chicken-ball stuff and some special gravy Kay made for me. It was reeeeally good – I pushed my dish all the way over to the food cooling box trying to get every last little morsel licked up. But it still wasn’t what I’d asked Santa Paws for.

After the two-leggers had also eaten, Elizabeth brought me my Christmas present. It isn’t that I didn’t appreciate it. I love pig ears and, since the vet told Elizabeth I’m not to have any rawhide or jerky, I haven’t had one. So this really was a special treat. And I treated it accordingly. And it was really good, too. But… it wasn’t what I’d asked Santa Paws for.

I’m afraid I moped a bit over the next few days. Elizabeth did her best to cheer me up. She explained to me that there are twelve days of Christmas. There’s even a song about it. I’m sure you know it; Elizabeth says it’s very famous:

On the fifth day of Christmas my two-legger gave me,
Five brocc’li stalks,
Bow wow bow wow wow,
Bow wow wow,
Bow wow bow wow wow,
And a Berryz cookie after my meal!

You know the one I mean.

She said that even the baby Jesus had to wait for his gifts from the Three Kings of Orient until Epiphany, which, she counted out for me, was the sixth of January, a.k.a. the Twelfth Day of Christmas.

That was Sunday.

I was lying on my Elizabeth’s bed while she worked on a project at her desk when I heard the rumble of a big growly beast outside. It was loud enough that I don’t think Elizabeth really needed me to tell her it was out there. We both ran to the door…

It was AL! And there, in the front seat of Al’s big red growly beast, was my dearest dog pal in all the world, Bud! Bud had come to see me for Christmas, all the way from Winnipeg, many, many dog miles away (I know ’cause I’ve been there). It’s a long trip for him ’cause he’s getting old, and sometimes he has trouble just getting into the growly beast for the ride now.

Al came to the door carrying a big heavy bag. If he’d had a beard, he would’ve looked just like St. Nick, I think. And in that big bag… Bud had brought me a Christmas present, too! More treats as well – I think they came from Joanne. I love my treats, and Joanne always has such yummy ones to share….

Even on Paper, Bud lights up my life...

Even on Paper, Bud lights up my life…

Getting down to business

Getting down to business

I'm trying hard to be tidy about this, but whatever is in there just isn't coming out!

I’m trying hard to be tidy about this, but whatever is in there just isn’t coming out!

The Aftermath of my exuberance!

The Aftermath of my exuberance!

And here’s what was inside:

Can I open this up, too? Please?

Can I open this up, too? Please?

Here's Bud's gift: A friend to remember him by. I'm calling him Justin (why is everybody laughing?) because he arrived just in time to make my Christmas. Thank you, Bud! You're the BEST!

Here’s Bud’s gift: A friend to remember him by. I’m calling him Justin because he arrived just in time to make my Christmas.
Thank you, Bud! You’re the BEST!

Thank you so much, Santa Paws. I knew in my heart I couldn’t have a full time dog-friend here. You did the next best thing by bringing Bud to visit and letting me know that he was still well and thinking about me, too. Thank you, Rumpy, for helping me get my message to Santa Paws and for instigating the Mutt ‘n Howl Telegraph. Christmas is wonderful!

Tail Thumper of the Week #11

It’s been a while since I’ve done a Tail Thumper. Tell you the truth, I was getting a bit discouraged about them. Lots of two-leggers seem to be reading them, but I have yet to raise any money to help my homeless dog friends. I met Sugar (one of my fostered homeless dog friends from It’s a Dog’s Life) at the vets’ the other day when I was there, and I felt a bit sad saying that my project wasn’t having the impact I’d hoped for.

Sugar is a wise pooch, and even though we only had a minute before we were sent our separate ways, we shared a few thoughts. Sugar told me not to give up. “Take a little rest then go for it again!”

I told Elizabeth this. She said, “You know, Christmas is just around the corner. Your blogging friends Rumpy Dog and Clowie have been talking about the trouble with buying puppies to give as Christmas gifts. So what do you get for the dog-lovers on your list if a puppy isn’t quite the right thing just now? What could be better than a book about dogs?”

“It’s not quite the same thing…”

“Well, when I was a girl, I really, really, really wanted a horse. My parents got me beautiful picture books about horses until they thought I was truly ready for the responsibility of looking after a real horse. I spent hours looking at the photographs, dreaming of the day when…. A book really was the next best thing!”

“You wanted a horse? Aren’t horses even bigger than me? And a lot more work, too, I bet.”

“Yes. And we had two dogs then, too. I kept busy in those days!”

So, I thought maybe I’d try again with the Tail Thumper of the Week column. Especially since Elizabeth has so many really wonderful and helpful books about dogs on the shelves of her bookshop!

Today, I thought I’d tell you about a book that Elizabeth says would make a good stocking-stuffer. “But that’s what paws are for!” I said.

“Not at Christmas. At least, people have special stockings for Christmas use only…”

Two-leggers do some very strange things. I despair of ever fully understanding them…

Anyway, this little book, If Dogs Could Talk, is full of pictures of all kinds of dogs doing all kinds of things. Each photo takes up a page or two, and has a line of writing that tells two-leggers what each dog is saying in its photo. Elizabeth thought some of them were funny enough to laugh about; she smiled over most of them. They’re really happy pictures of happy dogs, though I must say that I was thumping my tail more over how two-leggers so often seem to think we’re saying one thing when we’re really saying something entirely different. Like, “Would you please stop taking pictures of me and let me get outside to do my business now? I’ve really, really got to go!” or “Do you think that, since I’ve been sitting here so dutifully with this cookie on the end of my nose for sooooo long, you could take it off now and let me eat it?”

Just a little book, perfect for a dog-lover's Christmas stocking! Click on the pic to buy it and my 20% commission goes to It's a Dog's Life!

Just a little book, perfect for a dog-lover’s Christmas stocking! Click on the pic to buy it and my 20% commission goes to It’s a Dog’s Life!

This book is great for little hands and small dog-lovers, but it’s also wonderful for two-leggers who already have one dog, might like more but are responsible enough to know that one is probably plenty. Two-leggers like that can never get enough dog content into their lives. What better gift for them? And the best part of all is that this book is not expensive…. You could even get one of my Book Paws to go with it (readers could use one to mark their favourite dog photo) and still have a gift (or two…) for under $10! And you’d make my tail thump even more ’cause you’d also be giving a gift to my homeless dog friends here in Kenora.

That’s one great Christmas package! ~:o)=

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