Poor little Junie B’s been trying to keep a stiff upper lip with our daily below zero temps.
But after two weeks of the stuff, she finally put her paw down this morning.
She barked something about not coming out of the covers until we’re waving the red, white, and blue next July.
“But Junie B., I just heard the weather folks say we could actually see temps in the 20s tomorrow.”
“And that’s ABOVE zero!”
Skeptical as always, my girl let out a tiny growl as she settled back in for another long winter’s nap.
I wasn’t surprised in the least.
After all, Junie B.’s quite the little firecracker.
I should have asked for some comfort and joy.
Instead Santa brought me a new squeaky toy.
So I stole Mom’s scarf. Don’t you think I look nice?
I may do it again. Without thinking twice!
May this New Year’s keep you warm.
I hope your roads are in good form.
If partying is not your style.
Just grab a blanket, for a while.
Then grab some treats. They’ll do the trick.
Just watch at midnight. Your hand I’ll lick!
Frigid temps didn’t deter Santa from making a stop here last night with his bag.
My little diva Junie B. was quite pleased and surprised with her festive red and green gift from the jolly white haired fellow.
“But Junie B, aren’t those the cat’s pajamas?” I inquired.
I then detected a soft growl, but she still managed a sweet smile for her photo thank you card for the big guy.
Santa loves those furry friends.
He thinks they’re extra nice.
He searched his bag and found them treats.
Without even thinking twice!
Some are naughty, some are nice.
And this one’s full of extra full of spice.
Yet my boy’s knows he must be good.
As Santa’s coming to our ‘hood.
Influenced by his chi sister Tinkerbelle, Rex has taken his role as ‘Elf-In Training’ quite seriously.
After I helped him put on his official t-shirt today, Rex ran to the porch to survey the field in our snowy back yard.
He seemed to be keeping score of just whose been naughty or nice.
Those rambunctious rabbits received seven boisterous barks, with the squirrels scoring a mere two guttural grunts.
Looking a bit worn out after his shift, Rex retired to his comfy Christmas crate.
I tried to remove his little elf shirt for him, but he responded with a tiny growl.
Rex is two years old now, and a feisty fourteen in dog years.
Perhaps a little attitude is to be expected, since he is a teenager.
Though I admit I still started to sing “you better watch out, you better not cry” while he softly snored himself to sleep.
Just in case he was listening.