I'll be home for Christmas

No sooner had Magnus left on Christmas Eve, PL was racing around wrapping things, packing a bag, on the phone and shortly after, out came my Sherpa. I could smell the food he was packing in the Kitchen-one, two, three meals-looks like we're staying overnight somewhere. We're not going to be home for Christmas.

We raced along 125th St to the the Metro North train station and were soon on our way to Mamaroneck. Christmas was going to be spent for the second year with Maisie. In fact that evening we were joined by Ernie, a tall gangly fellow, French like myself, a poodle without the fancy haircut. The three of us worked the room, quite dilligently, by that I mean we scoured the floor for rather interesting tidbits mainly crumbs of a variety of cheeses, a little goose pate, a splash of shrimp dip, one entire pig in a blanket. That was the amuse bouche. For main hardly anything- I did have some of the steak the next day. In my boredom I barked at Ernie just for the hell of it- he growled back rather passively, his tail wagging the whole time so it was for nothing.

Christmas morning was fun, Maisie and I were completely into her tongue ball. I was completely tortured by a laser light that I could never seem to quite catch. I got my very own stocking and my breakfast was ground Venison.

So why is the title of this post "I'll be home for Christmas" when clearly we weren't. Last year, as he often does PL was taking a look around the FBRN site and saw a photo of a Frenchie who was waiting to be adopted. A beautiful cream frenchie lying on a rug. She looked as if she was daydreaming. The thought that flashed in PL's head was that she was singing quietly to herself.

"Christmas eve will find me
Where the love light gleams
I'll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams"

He immediately worked on the design of a card which he donated to FBRN. The design was made available again this year in their CafePress store.

She's no longer waiting to be adopted so she must have found a home now and for her just, like me there was 'snow and mistletoe, and presents on the tree'

Ok there was no snow. But there's always another Frenchie daydreaming about going home over at FRBN. Read about their stories and think of them as we do at this time of year.

Guess who's coming to town

My usual ploy is this- casually pick up toy then hop playfully over to PL, while shaking toy like a polaroid, then sit and stare. I will do this for oh I don't know three minutes. If there's no response, I drop the toy, turn around and walk over to my daybed and plop myself down facing the other way from him. I don't do the whole digusted by the lack of attention thing too close to dinnertime just in case.

Then I try again. I lay on the bed thats right under his work chair and I kick and snort and roll around and make all kinds of guttural noises like I'm having a lot of fun and somebody's really missing out. This usually elicits a peek over the side of the chair and a laugh. Interesting. Didn't happen this time. I guess its time for the paws on chair accompanied by pleading begging mournful look. He looks at me, a thought crosses his brow and then the dreaded response-"I'm Busy".

There's been a bit of that lately and if memory serves me right its going to get worse. The conditon is called "deadline". They come and go, like a fever. The attention decreases, the walks are hurried, treats are forgotten, hours go by without even a glance from the computer, and then it breaks. Huge long meandering walks will follow with extended nap sessions and lots of TV.

I've been a good boy, I mean really, I've been nice, hardly pouted or cried-been good for goodness sake. And its paid off. Just when I thought was looking down the barrel of a mind numbing deadline episode guess who shows up with enough food and treats until Christmas Eve- Magnus. Welcome dude, lets get this party started.

The Gang's all Here

On Saturday we made our way up to Astoria where Magnus lives and had a fun time meeting up with a gangload of Frenchies. Check out the fun in the Cinema Room.