This is my 4th christmas with Bones and so far it seems like the best. We have shared Christmas with several different families.
The first year after our accident we were at Debs peoples house and we also did a party at Susan's house with Meg and Jesse.
Last year it was at the Carp house with Joni's people and the two big labs.
This year we met Buttercups blood line and had a big pre Christmas dinner at her house with her brother his wife her mom her moms husband and her Brothers daughter.
Even though I can't eat junk food like I used to I can still beg like a champ. Buttercup was a little worried about how I would handle myself with so many people, turns out she should have been worried about Bones. I guess the truth is she was way more worried about Bones behaving than she was me.
As a matter of fact it seems all the people involved in every situation were way more worried about Bones than me.
Just to let you know as we speak Buttercup is cleaning. Her people are coming up for a visit and she wants the RV and the room to be presentable. Bones thinks she likes to clean, I know better, she has to clean because Bones is complete animal with as she puts it "not one domestic bone in his body".
Two nights ago Boss Hog cooked a turkey on a spit, or he spit on a turkey I get confused.
It was outrageously good and I know this because I ate a lot of it. Thats right folks for the first time in well over a year I got to chow some cooked food.
I felt like an addict falling off the wagon, my whole being changed, after the first bite I just wanted more and more.
Boss was very generous and I chowed until my eyes were spinning.
Both Bones and boss thought I would reach my limit but I wanted more, a lot more.
I felt a primal surge of adrenaline rush through me as each scrumptious mouthful landed in my belly.
Boss has me pretty wired he made me lie down at his feet before he would give me a piece of turkey.
Bones tossed each piece into my snarling maw.
Sadly when they both realized I was way over the edge they cut me off "cold turkey" as it were.
Bones got all cuddly in his bed and thought we were done for the night, he dozed off to one of the shows he watches and went off to dream land.
I was not through by any means, I wanted more of the good stuff and I knew where it was.
Boss had the stash and I intended to get some. I cold nosed Bones on his hand and scratched the door, after some prodding on my part he reluctantly let me out.
I headed straight for the steps which lead to the sweet nectar.
The cat was blocking my path and I knew she was going to give me a smack upside the head but in my triptaphane fevered stupor the pain was worth it for one more bite.
I lightly taped on the door with my outstreched paw to no avail. I then resorted to scracthing the door feverously which did wake Brian up, to my chagrin instead of leting me in he texted Bones to come get me.
Bones was not thrilled, I was not thrilled, Boss was not thrilled.
In my defense let me point out I am a dog I have been free and clear of anything but my dehydrated food for a year and these guys got me hooked again.
So three days later my Turkey comedown is finally over, Buttercup has been here so the withdrawel was easier but let me tell you if you are on the wagon and trying to stay clean this is the hardest time of year.
Happy what ever it is you celebrate and be sure to hug your people and of course your four legged friends.
Remember some people and some animals are fighting their demons so keep some non alchoholic beverages on hand for the revelers and no more binging for me.
Hugs from the Valley to the ocean to the mountain from:
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