
I haven't seen the sun since, but we did have a white Christmas. Upon arrival I checked out the house and the new dog. He's a nice dog and well suited for my parents lifestyle. I fell into like with him instantly and as you can see he has personality. Unfortunately Bear is a little passive. He and I went for a walk on Saturday morning and we ran into the dog who lives up the lane. That dog was a friendly but aggressive male with sexuality issues. He instantly mounted my mom's dog and started to assault him in an unkind way. Bear froze in his tracks and only faught back upon penetration. I was horrified and tried to get the big dog away but it was clear that I was not in charge. Finally, the scary lady in the house with the flamingos came out and shooed the rapist dog away. She shamed me by being able to shoo him away by yelling from afar when I had been so ineffective in my attempts.


Mom, Dad & I opened presents that night and everyone seemed happy wtih their haul. Mom and Dad bought me some nice queen sized sheets and I think its a hint to get a bigger bed so that they can be comfortable when they visit. That's ok, it's on the list.
We had dinner at Sandy & Ed's and played cards until dad was ready to drop. My cousin Vernon brought his girlfriend and she was subjected to all the stories but I think we came off less crazy than we actually are. It was nice to see him so happy.

It was snowing like crazy this morning so I quickly packed the car and left. I don't have studs on my tires and didn't want to have to chain up. I did stop near Cle Elum to pop the chains on, but found out the VW Golf chains don't fit the VW Jetta. I decided to just go and found that 400 yards down the road the worst was over. I had planned on stopping and buying chains - but decided to wait until I got home. Who wants to pay the "its snowing and you need them so we can charge you anything" price? Not me.
I did take some pictures before I left.

Grape vines

1 comment:
Yay, Mommy had a reason for leaving me alone over Christmas. It was for my own good so I wouldn't get raped!! O joy! The raccoons were terrifying, but at least they didn't claw their way inside and rape me on Christmas. Because that would seriously have sucked. That would have made all this other BULLSHIT I've been put through seem like a day at the mouse farm.
I love Mommy again! Maybe this has all been to teach Peter a lesson about the true meaning of Christmas. Maybe Christmas isn't about how many saucers of cream you get (though, say, ONE would be nice) or not being left by yourself in a dark freezing townhome surrounded by devil-worshiping raccoons (true). Maybe Christmas is really all about not being exposed to random dog-on-cat rape.
God bless us every one.
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