Well it was a short Christmas trip, and since I was (and still am) sick, I did very little of what I'd planned to do and saw precious few of the people I'd planned to visit. But I did see the family and we had some nice time together and exchanged a few gifts, and the dogs got to act all nice for their Grandma so now she doesn't believe all the posts here about what fools they act.
Of course Murphy being Murphy, he did lift two roast beef sandwiches off of the kitchen table right in front of everybody just seconds after I chased Belle away from them. And when I pinned him to the floor to correct him and recover at least one of the sandwiches, Belle shot in like lightning and nabbed the stray sandwich. I was mad at her, but kinda proud, too. Pretty slick, Belle.
But the dogs had a pretty good Christmas, scoring a couple of toys each even after the Milk Bone incident.
And speaking of gifts, I found the perfect scented candle for my sister.
It was 8 hours of driving each way for four days in between, but it was worth every minute of that sixteen hours in a closed car with the mutts for that time, even if I didn't get out and actually do anything.
Now it's back to business as usual, starting with work tomorrow morning. I wish you all a happy Christmas morning with your families, and I ask that you all take a minute to remember that there are many thousands of people working or serving in our military on Christmas day.