Dogies

aka motherless calf, a calf that was weaned on flour and water

Git along, li’l dogie

We’re new here.  That’s my trouble up here in the mountains, there seem to be no dogies that are single and need Christmas eve celebrations or Christmas dinner.   Of course there are.  The guys will do their own thing but the gals need some family and that’s what we do every year no matter where we live.  If the guys were smart they’d hang out with us to meet their next girlfriend or wife.

Today we met three huge Newfoundlands and heard a story of a Great Pyrennese dog carrying a baby lamb in its mouth across a street, just like a pup, by the neck.  I believe it all.

By my age I should be appropriately jaded, and am when it comes to certain issues, but I do believe in people, and know that dogs can also do amazing things.

This is a temporary placement.  We could move any day.  We always have Thanksgiving at Nanny’s but don’t know where we’ll be to welcome the new year.  Still, I’d like to cook.  Perhaps prime rib, gravy, Yorkshire pudding, roasted potatoes, brussels sprouts……..

Don’t forget the trifle and mincemeat tarts.  Yes, the sign-up sheet is below,  but we don’t know where we’ll be cooking as yet.  We know we’ll be cooking for family and good friends, no matter where we are.  Cheers! Dee