Happy! Happy! Joy! Joy!

It's RUN AMOK Week!

First - to catch up on a few things. We were without electricity for 10 days - got it back the morning of Christmas Eve. Our guests all went home and Cowboy and I had a chance to enjoy that evening by ourselves.

Nine-year old Patrick made a HUGE sign for Cowboy to put on the roof for Santa. It said "Use the front door! There's a fire burning." Patrick told the giant squid that the jolly fellow would burn his ass if he went down the chimney.

"You been talking to Sar about this?" Cowboy asked.

"Yep."

"SAR!"

Jeez! Blame me! Tsk.

We kept the generator running for the day in spite of having the power back. It had been keeping the refrigerator/freezer going and maintained the heat for the dog kennels through the power outage. Since the foster pups will eventually live indoors in their new homes, I rotated them through the house - each one spending a night in our family room with us. We were all huddled in sleeping bags in front of the fire. Dogs go a little nutso when you sleep at ground level. They like to cuddle around you and the giant squid wasn't exactly thrilled when my pups lay down on either side of me leaving no room for him.

"Can't they go sleep by Patrick?" he growled.

"Try and move them," I suggested.

"Out!" he yelled.

The pups were suddenly deaf and didn't budge. I couldn't help myself. I laughed.

The sneaky Neanderthal took a large chunk of roasted chicken out of the fridge and started nibbling on it in front of them. The pups still didn't move but started whining. Dirty pool! I told them to kiss the squid... They did and stole the chicken. As soon as they moved away from me, Cowboy jumped into the sleeping bag beside me. Now I have to get that chicken smell out of my carpets. Tsk.

The Labs need a lot of work to live in a house - their tails wag constantly and knock things over. The Briard is a snoop and has figured out how to open kitchen cabinets. Putting baby locks on them this week. The Schnauzer thinks the fireplace is his and objects strenuously when told to move. The Bouvie has a crush on the refrigerator and cat-like, he rubs up against it. As long as he doesn't lift his leg...

The morning of the 26th I hopped out of bed and at the top of the stairs I yelled "It's RUN AMOK Week!" Then I slid down the banister... right into the giant squid's arms. Where did he come from? Tsk.

SWAT!

Double tsk.

"It's a free zone," I reminded him.

"In your dreams, imp."

"You're not playing by the rules," I huffed.

"My house, my rules," the Neanderthal grumbled.

"Oh yeah?" I grabbed his yummy stick and changed the rules.

"Okay," he groaned, changing his mind. "Time for you to run amok on top of me."

... and the band played on...

~Sar~

P.S. Woke up this morning to three inches of snow! S-N-O-W! And more on the way. Time to make more snow people. I'm thinking Mr. Snowman should be macho - v-e-r-y macho. Ms Snow Woman needs panties and a demi-bra. ... And I need a snow fort with lots of ammunition for when the giant squid sees the new front yard decorations.