Happy Thorsday, little friday and thankful Thursday!
The Knight got lost in his photos on Christmas afternoon. He found one that made me laugh and cry. That’s Mugsy, on the operator’s platform on a fire truck. That little guy was fearless, and at least for the last few years of his life, Mugsy followed the Knight whenever and wherever he was allowed to do so.
I’m pretty sure not many dogs have operated a quint. (Ladder truck + pumper/engine/wagon – whatever you call them in your neck of the woods) I now work for the company that was demo-ing said apparatus, as an aside. Those truly in the know might have already realized that isn’t one of our fire trucks, because it’s not hunter green.
Anyway, happy Boxing Day too. Back when I was a paid firefighter, there were several years we celebrated Christmas on the 26th. I hope you have time today to say hello to a friend, neighbor or relation you didn’t catch up with yesterday. And if not, there’s always the weekend. I’m never in a hurry to stop celebrating. In my family, there’s a lot of emphasis on shared meals, and I have three more in the next four days.
For those looking for the fur-girls, they’re resting up. They didn’t go to any of the dinners with us, but they did make sure I burned off the calories from said meals with several extra miles, and Sissy even insisted on running today. Smart girl. I think our daytime high was something like 27 degrees, so there was no reason to doddle in the woods.
Why yes, they had presents too. Like most girls, they got clothes, toys and some special treats. Sissy even got a Basset Hound calendar from Shadow (Pop’s dog, now living with my inlaws). They also partook of some macaroni and cheese last night, and had strawberries with their dinner tonight. Do your pets celebrate with you?