Dandy' Yogg

Cat trouble

Woof, Woof.

     I wish there was some way that I could make My Lady understand that I truly have no intentions of dismembering those dumb cats that hang around my back door.

     If she’ll remove my leash I believe that I can convince them that they’re meowing at my door and trying to come into my house and I’m not going to put up with it.

     On the other hand, she may  understand those cats better than I.

     One evening after dark My Lady did not tell me to stay when she opened the door so I had my chance. I scattered eight cats in eight directions and they didn’t stop for any sight seeing as they left!

     Wow! Was My Lady upset with me.  She put me in the house (under protest, I can tell you) and called me a bad dog. Now that hurt. Here I am, the protector of this house, doing what it appears to me should be done, and I’m called a bad dog!

     I guess that I had her really stirred up, because she ignored me for hours. Well, I haven’t been around these eight years without learning a few things, and number one is, when your Lady is on the warpath you’d better disappear. The trouble was, she wouldn’t let me out of my corner on the sofa, so I just hid my face and went to sleep….kept the peace that way.

     Anyway, when I woke up, I decided that I was going to have to make the first move to make up, so I reached out my little paw a few times and patted My Lady’s arm and tried to talk over the situation a bit,, but she just started laughing so I shut up and crawled into her lap.  Sure was nice to have peace in the house again.

     Of course, I'm a lot smarter than those cats and I learned my lesson better than the they, ‘cause I don’t go out that door without my leash and those darn cats act like I never sent them scattering. They still mob the back door and I give them a scare now and then so they’ll remember who’s boss, but mainly I just walk on by them and let the silly things follow. 

     Did you know that there are some other doggie blogs? There’s a bulldog out in Wyoming who hates going out in the snow on account of his short legs, and some others who’ve been chasing gophers and digging trenches in the dirt. That sure sounds like fun!

      Well, I guess we’re all really lucky dogs and if they get in trouble with their family I can give them a few tips on managing their Ladies. 

Merry Christmas, ya’ll. Woof!

Christmas with the Growing Family

  

December in Corpus Christi

     Our first child was three months old for her first Christmas and her first gift was a stuffed kitty that cost an outrageous $5. It was cute as could be but nothing like the cuddly stuffed animals of today. I simply had to have it for her. She couldn’t have cared less; that was the day that she first discovered that she had feet and she was entranced by their appearance.

      From that point we went through the usual progression of dolls and tricycles; blocks and tinker toys. No colorful plastics in those days. I was particularly partial to toys that would keep a child occupied for hours.

First horse

      One Christmas is especially clear in my memory. Our small son wanted a puppy so that was arranged. There was a problem, however, as the little doggie was so lonely that the quiet of Christmas Eve was broken by loud puppy whines.

Summer fun

     In order to keep the Santa image intact, our eldest daughter went in to the living room where the Christmas tree was awaiting Santa’s arrival and spent the night on the sofa, one hand petting and soothing the lonesome little pup.

     It was a joyous morning for her little brother when he greeted his first dog and promptly named him “Unting Buppyˆ

      When my daughters were growing up, there were always dolls displayed prominently in the dime stores and even in other shops. One especially great place for dolls and unusual small gifts was Dore’s Doll Shop. I believe the last Christmas doll that I bought was a Jackie Kennedy doll.  Christmas was fun for mothers subbing for Santa.

High heels & toy
gun holster?

       In the fifties and sixties play and reality were widely separated so our Christmas saw its share of toy pistols and BB guns, and our kids and others in the neighborhood played cowboys and Indians with nary a thought of political correctness or in fear of warping their personalities.

       There were also years of buying special gifts of sweaters and jewelry for our teen-age daughters and some really neat articles of clothing for the growing-up son. He could never understand why I enjoyed purchasing his garments  as compared to the handmade clothes of his sisters . 

      The daily hum of that sewing machine caused my husband to insist that the main Christmas gift for several of the girls was to be a sewing machine so they could continue  with the handmade tradition.

     For years we kept the “live tree” tradition finally the chore of visiting tree lots on miserably cold and windy days became tiresome so after thirty Christmases we switched to an artificial tree and I almost joined my father in my declining enthusiasm for the hustle and bustle of the season. The children had grown up. There was no early Christmas morning excitement; if a teen was still home, they much preferred to sleep in to an early morning rush to the tree.  
     Regardless, Christmas will arrive as scheduled so a new, smaller tree has been decorated  with old favorite ornaments. The wreath is on the door and Santa and his elves have found their place in the wall niche. Poinsettias line the hearth in memory of our late son; the greenery there honors his father who joined him a year ago. Cookie making is on my list and, maybe, just maybe, some chocolate fudge.

The last babe
33 yr. of children
in the house.  

      So, although traditions are great, change is constant and our            

The latest addition 
to our family.

Christmas celebrations have moved away from much of the family gifting  and has become more of a time of  Angel tree gifts and family dinners.  The dining table extended to it limit, no longer has seating for everyone. The bar where the grandchildren sat now seats them as adults with their own children, and the card tables are put into use for the overflow. My kitchen often has ten or more occupants, some simply talking while other dodge around, trying to tend to the business of putting the finishing touches on the
Christmas dinner. The noise level increases.  Having  already done my share, I sit and watch! A new tradition is in the making and I am enjoying it!

      More than any other holiday, Christmas is loaded with poignant memories. We are fortunate if we have happy ones and are able to enjoy this celebration of the birth of Christ with happiness and a giving spirit, and with enjoyment of the music and the lighted wonderlands that the season brings.

All these beautiful lighted scenes were taken by my cousin while he was visiting during the Thanksgiving holidays.   




For another Christmas story see Karen Rutherford's blog.