I'll Have a Blue Christmas

Dear Santa,

I wouldn't mind having a BLUE Christmas.

May I please have the contents of this truck?

Thank you,

Magnus Pym

P.S. I've been pretty good. Sort of...

Here's some cookies for you as a small token of my affection.

I helped Mom wrap some Christmas presents.

She took them with us when we went back to OH-IO for Thanksgiving.

(There were some complaints about my hair 

causing some major clean up in the rental van…)

There's also a rumor I am not invited to travel with the family anymore 

which I find pretty unfair since I am a good traveler - and driver!

(Just kidding about the driving. Sorry if I scared you.)

In Ohio my girlfriend and I hung out. We recognized this house. 

It smelled familiar.

I also spent some time relaxing by a warm stove. 

It's getting chilly here by the lake.

Mom is going to freeze at Da Bears game 

when she goes to see the Monday Night Football game.

I'll just watch the game on the (forbidden) IKEA couch…tee hee.

In Illinois I made a new bulldog friend. He has a great name too: Bacon.

Mom has photos on her computer of dogs I don't know. What's up with that?

Mom said she saw this sock and thought it was a dog - but she was fooled!

 

 Things I will allow in my home this Christmas:

Things I will not:

Shopping for presents can make Mom hungry.

I think she needs to get 

here:!

That's all I have to say this month except:

~ Magnus Pym

PAWS and remember the gift given for you.

Merry Christmas!

Head Case

Sometimes I get crazy ideas in my head. 

(This month I thought it was a good idea to chew on Dad's pool stick…)

When I have those crazy moments I am grateful for friends who 

gently shepherd me back onto the right path.

Early morning walk talks with a pal are delightful

but the frosty dew can be chilly so I recommend a stylin' sweater like this one:

There are many fashionable choices of course but whatever you don,
I hope you will be covered in Puppy Love.

We've already had some flurries here!

Did you?

Other November happening include:

I turned 4 - and got a new toy,

Mom made banana bread and heard the author Anne Lamott speak,

and my human sister made chocolate chip cookies for the 

Harry Potter Club she conjured up at her high school.

(She said there were over 50 people who came to the first meeting!)

During our snuggle time I asked if could come to the club as the three headed dog.

(I'll let you know if I get clearance.)

Speaking of heads, check out this buck that was in our backyard!

And here's another head Mom wants me to show you all.

She thinks this rock she saw in Utah 

looks like Ohio Wesleyan's Battling Bishop. I see it…sort of.

(But you know what I think is even funnier? 

The current OWU president is named Rock!)

Look at this pup's impressive headshot.

That's Sky, the dog Mom was visiting in Colorado.

What a nice looking pooch!

(His brother took the pic, not my mom, but Mom took this one of me.)

I was lonely when Mom was gone.

When she returned I got it into my head that I could be a lap dog. 

Sadly, Mom says I am too big.

Speaking of being too big, Mom was not happy about the 

alien invasion that landed here while she was gone.

(Especially with Thanksgiving and Christmas feasts so soon!)

Not to sound too big headed, but I am proud to share that 

I have finally gotten below 60 lbs! (Doctor's orders.)

However, I did not like getting my blood taken when I was at the vet's!

 

Mom says her answer to the holiday headache 

of weight gain is to turn her

 "butt pack" into a "muffin top cover."

I guess whatever works…

Mom got a sweet letter from her India friends.

(I think she's got it in her head to go back there…)

I went to the post office with her recently and behaved very nicely, thank you very much.

I also went walking in the Open Lands and came home with some nice deTAILing.  

Sometimes I crack myself up!

I can get a little looney in the head.

I hope you are able to keep your head during the upcoming holidays. 

Try not to overindulge by eating or spending too much.

When you get tempted, PAWS, and keep a level head by saying a prayer of gratitude!

It is amazing how fulfilling thankfulness can be!

~ Magnus Pym

Rock Solid

Hound dogs know, rock solid friendships are hard to find, 

so if you have one, treasure it, and nurture it. 

That's what Mom was doing when she went out to Colorado for a week. 

Her friend moved out there - where farms are called ranches - 

and she wanted Mom to come see it.

So while my mom was playing, I was hard at work on the blog.

(At least she brought back some good photos for me to use!)

I thought Mom would take cowboy boots out West but she took her hiking boots. 

She said the trails would be rocky and steep and she would need them for a firm footing.

She also said the roads are mainly gravel and dirt which makes vehicles dusty. I like dirt.


I like mud too. Mom said she walked with her friend and her friend's dog Sky by a reservoir where they looked for wildcat paw prints!
She doesn't think this is one, but still…
I would rather sit on a (forbidden) couch watching sports with other men
than be out wildlife hunting!

The only bears I wanna see are the Bears!

And I sure don't want to meet a rattlesnake if I go to a dog park!

I was glad to see Sky gets to sleep on a couch,

 enjoys chewing on a bone, and taking a walk by a river.

Mom said Sky likes belly rubs too - but he doesn't do the dog paddle when getting one.

I found out Sky has a height advantage!

Mom said they ate off of a different plate every night. (I prefer the Thurber dog one!)
Remember I ate a boot and a shoe?
Well, I decided to try something salty so I ate part of a snore machine this month.
(I don't recommend it. It didn't digest well.)

Mom said everywhere they went there were dogs.
See the English Bulldog in the tutu?
How can she (he?) breathe with the high altitude out there?

Mom said there were dogs in stores, at restaurants, everywhere she looked.
Her clothes sure smelled like dogs.

Dogs aren't allowed at the National Parks where she went hiking though.
(And humans weren't for awhile in October!)
Boy was Mom glad they were opened when she was there -
she made her plane reservations in August!

Mom thinks these rocks from the Canyonlands of Utah look like a poodle and Goofy. 

Do you?

Mom saw lots of rocks out West. 

And while she was looking at them, 

sometimes she felt they were looking at her.

She even saw rocks shaped like dogs!

This landmark site shows there were dogs waaaaay long ago too!

She said she fell inwith the West.

She said the clouds were amazing. Check out this pink rain!

Mom did do some shopping. She got some cool beaded earrings made by a Ute Native. 

(She didn't get this fabu necklace tho, or this inspirational mug, or even this cool t-shirt!)

(I am glad she didn't buy this dog shaped lamp. I think it would scare me.)

Mom's friend said they only "scratched the surface" 

in terms of seeing all the amazing sites out there. 

She said there are still many, many ancient ruins and parks she wants to explore.

(And since her husband teaches geology he especially 

wants to go see the various rocks they hold.)

Speaking of rocks being held. Have you ever seen a truck with big boulders like this on it?

Mom saw it on the way to the airport. She thinks it was "a sign" that she needs to return.

PAWS and reflect on your friendships.

Are you making sure they are solid as a rock?

~ Magnus Pym