Santa Paws came to town.

And the Christmas rush is over! Yay! I finally have time to blog again. Christmas was crazy, working two jobs is for the birds especially when both have the Christmas rush. Being a groomer in a remote area doesn’t pay the bills so I also work at a department store 30 hours a week. I’d come home from one job and start another, days off one job were worked at the other. I was beat to say the least. The boys had a wonderful Christmas.

Their stockings were stuffed and larger gifts wrapped and as a last minute thing I bought them several new blankets since they were on sale at the department store. Of course despite buying several (one for each of the two crates and one for the dog bed) they all wanted the dog bed, same with the toys, they each got a new toy, Woof got an obnoxious squeaker moose head, Ranger got a bah-humbug snowman and Boone got a weird monster, floppy limb thing that reminded me of his most favourite puppyhood toy a West Paw Salsa. Boone also got a pack of Kong squeaker tennis balls as he’s a ball hound. But they all want the same toy, Woof’s moose head. Go figure. Besides the toys they each got a bone, I managed to even find one that was low in fat for the problem child, and a few packages of treats, dehydrated sweet potato chews and salmon balls that look oddly like cheese balls, even the container.

I’m normally pretty strict about their diets but on Christmas day it was a free for all. They got pancakes for breakfast and a feed of jiggs dinner later in the day (we held the gravy on Woof’s). By the end of the day the boys were in a blissful, Christmas coma. If Christmas day was a beautiful dream for them than Boxing day was a nightmare. Back to the old routine which they, especially Ranger didn’t understand and refused to believe, he wanted our breakfast our lunch our dinner, he wanted the treats, demanded it. Ever have a 95lb Mooseador demand something from you? I also rearranged the living room furniture which promptly put Boone in a tramatic spaz and then he refused to come into the living room for hours. By the evening though he was coming in and laying in the doorway at least and this morning he’s actually back to normal, or as normal as he gets anyways.