December 26, 2005
A Hankish Holiday
What the? Hey, I don't remember asking for rodents this year!
Okay, okay, so I let them do the ribbon thing. Just to show how gifted I am.
Man, Christmas morning sure can take it out of you. The squirrel and I finally tired of the chase and decided to do a little bonding.
After a rest, I was up for a trip to the beach, where I met another fashionably out-fitted bud. But, though it was the giving season, I wasn't offering up my floppy disk to anybody.
Alba came to visit over the holidays. She tended to want to stay in the dark, but she'd whisk by occasionally like some holiday ghost.
In the evening, we decided to have a Florida Christmas barbecue, and then came...
Dog tags ring, are you listening?>
In the lane, snow is glistening>
It's yellow, not white. I've been there tonight>
Marking up my winter wonderland
Smell that tree? That's my fragrance>
It's a sign for wandering vagrants> "
Avoid where I pee, it's MY prop-erty!">
Marking up my winter wonderland.>
In the meadow, Dad will build a snowman>
Following the classical design>
Then I'll lift my leg and let it go, Man>
So all the world will know it's mine-mine-mine!>
Off I go...snow's a-falling>
Bladder's full, nature's calling>
Stay offa my turf, this small piece of earth I marked it as my winter> wonderland!!bowwoosbest
Totally wasted! Looks like you had a great Christmas. I haven't gotten into the beach thing yet. That water keeps chasin' me!
Have a great Hank Year.
Hope your holidays were terrific, too.
Excellent. You've gotten Molly singing it now. Someday I'll post all the songs she's written for me. It's pretty endearing if a little spooky.
Happy New Year to you as well!
Yep, I really got a stuffed animal squirrel. It goes with my duck, my lamb and my rat. I keep them in my toy chest and bring them out when I'm feeling like some play time. Nothing like hounding a human with a squeaky toy in your mouth.
Thanks! Someone else once mentioned Hank the Cowdog stories to me, but I've never read them.
Thanks! I always enjoy the photos at your blog as well.
When I was a pup, I used to chase the waves running up the beach. Those were fine days, though my mouth feels salty just thinking about it.