I'm BACK!!

Did y'all miss me?? I had a grreat time at Grandma and Grandpa's house, and Momma said she had a pretty good time on her vay-cay-shun. (She keeps muttering stuff about sun and beaches now.) I'm sorry I'm a little delayed in getting back, but you might've heard of a little something keeping us busy.

Icemageddon struck! Now, before you northerners start making fun of us, you should know that Texas is just not equipped for dealing with ice and snow. Nobody has snow tires, and we don't really have any sand or salt trucks either. When it's icy, some guys go out and shovel sand out of the back of a pickup truck. So it hits us a lot harder than you, because you're prepared for it!

Momma grumbles a lot (more of that sun and beach stuff), but Cinderella and I still did our duty to make sure she got exercise. It was treacherous going for a while.

My job was to go on ahead and test out the sidewalk. If I started slipping, then Momma knew to walk a different path. Cinderella kept up rearguard to make sure we were all okay.

Sadly, we had one big casualty from the ice. The big, beautiful pear tree in our front yard went CRACK!

We have tree guys coming out today to clear away the big broken part and see if the rest of the tree can be saved. Yuck! I'm going to miss that guy.

But Icemageddon aside, the impawtant thing is that I'm BACK!!! I'll have the full Christmas card count tomorrow, but let me tell you, Momma hasn't even gotten ONE card yet. BOL!! Ours will go out sometime this week, I promise. We're a little busy here. (Oh, and Frankie and Ernie, did you know your momma is forging your signatures? I know you two would NEVER send out a snowfreak card!!!)

It's beginning to look a lot like CHRISTMAS!!

That's right, folks, it's December 1st. And that means... COUNTDOWN TO CHRISTMAS!!!!

Cinderella and I are going to be hanging out at Grandma's house this week while Momma goes on a vay-cay-shun. I love love loves my Grandma, but she's not very good at taking dictation. So I won't be updating my blog, reading your blogs, or sending out my Christmas cards until next week. But never fear -- I'll be back, and we can start our countdown to Christmas together. Yaaaaay!!!!

Happy Thanksgiving!

From the boxers of LBR!!

LBR foster YayZ, LBR foster Buzz, and LBR alum Shamrock

Today I am thankful for many things -- treats, turkey leftovers, my sissy Cinderella, and my momma. But most of all, I'm thankful to have a warm house with plenty of food and love, and the chance to help other boxers find the same thing. Thank you for Legacy Boxer Rescue!!!

The Good List

My furiend Misaki had a grreat idea today. After all those confessions last week, we don't want Santa Paws to get the wrong impression of us! We can't risk being mistakenly added to the naughty list, after all. So Misaki thought it would be a good idea to list some of the good things we do, just to remind him.

1. I look after my momma's health. Momma works very hard to stay healthy and in shape, and I do my part to help her. Every single day, without fail, I make sure she gets her exercise by taking her out for a walk. Not just once, but twice. Sometimes she grumbles about wanting to stay in bed or not go out in the cold or rain, but I poke her with my cold nose and sometimes even bark a little to get her motivated. Without me, she'd be a lazy lump on the couch.

2. I'm the official trash inspector. I have to conduct random searches of the kitchen trash can to make sure Momma isn't mixing recycleables in with the regular trash. I'm very thorough and make sure I've checked every last item. It's exhausting, but I do what I have to to protect our planet.

3. I keep the kitchen counters neat. Sometimes Momma gets lazy and leaves stuff out on the kitchen counters, even though that means the poor kitties have to walk an obstacle course. So I make sure to remind her on occasion that she needs to keep food off those counters and put away where they belong.

4. I'm Momma's official bed warmer. Really, Momma can't sleep in the winter without me. She gets into bed and starts trying to get settled, but she can't settle down until I jump up under the covers with her, plant a paw in her stomach, and put my head on her shoulder. Then she's warm and comfy and can sleep.

See, Santa? I'm a very Good Boy and deserve LOTS of presents this year! Thank you for your consideration.

It's beginning to look a lot like -- uh-oh!

The season has felt a little crazy lately. Ever since Howl-o-ween, it's felt like one big downward slide to Christmas. What about Thanksgiving? Where's my turkey? Do  you know what my momma did this weekend, before turkey? (Well, she had a turkey sandwich, but that doesn't count. I didn't get any.) She pulled out the tree and all the boxes from the garage and started decorating for Christmas!

A turkey-deprived face 

Now, I don't mind decorating for Christmas. I curl up in my cozy chair (see above) and watch my pal Kermit and his friends in A Muppet Christmas Carol. We watch it like twice back-to-back while Momma decorates. I'll direct Momma to make sure she gets it right -- you know, "Santa's a little crooked at the top" or "that decoration should go a little lower."

Or "hey smarty-pants, aren't the lights at the bottom supposed to be lit too?"

It's a real bonding experience. I usually get to learn some fun new HBO words while Momma tries to make all the lights light up. Then she'll settle down with some hot chocolate (again none for me!) and we'll cuddle while we watch the end of the movie. A nice holiday tradition, right?

Siiiiiiigh.

I don't know how she does this to me every year. We finish watching the Muppets, Momma puts up her mug, and then she gets out the treats. "Oh boy," I think, "she's going to make up for that no turkey thing." But then... then... she reaches into one particular bag and... well.

I don't care if it's a tradition, it's a stupid tradition!

I don't know if I can put up with the indignity next year. Even for treats. Oh well, happy howlidays, everybody! Let's start the countdown for Christmas!

The TRUTH revealed!

Yesterday's False Confessions Day was sure fun!! But now it's time to reveal the TRUTH. To refresh your memories, here were my two confessions:

1. I confess that I once jumped up on the counter, pulled down a bag of semisweet chocolate chips that Momma was going to use for making Christmas candy, and ate almost the WHOLE bag. (And stupidly left the empty bag out fur Momma to see and freak out over instead of throwing it away.)

2. I confess that I once snuck out of my crate while Momma was at work, even though she'd put locks on the door, and scratched up the WHOLE back of the bedroom door trying to go find her . . . on the day she invited Grandma and Grandpa over to see her sweet new dog for the furst time.

Would I ever be so naughty?

And the truth is.... #2!! Yes, sure enough, I once scratched up the WHOLE back of Momma's bedroom door trying to get out. That was before she learned how to lock the crate up more securely, and before I figured out how to master the doorknob principle. Nowadays I stay in my crate just to make Momma happy, but if I want to, I can get out any time AND open the bedroom door too. Hah! My middle name is Houdini for a reason.

Want to know a secret about #1? That's true too . . . except it wasn't me who did it! Well, I helped Cinderella get the package off the counter, because she's old and has arthritis, but she ate that chocolate all by herself. Momma was freaking out and blaming me, but then Cinderella, uh, gave up the evidence. (Yuck.) I told Momma that if it was me, I would've put the bag in the trash so she never would've known!

Welcome to the good life, Sydney! (And False Confession Day)

I told you this weekend about our sad story with the momma and her mangy pup who were saved by a Good Samaritan. Momma Clara has settled in and is acting goofy in her foster home. Now meet her cute little pup, Miss Sydney!

Sydney has mange, which means she's going to be super itchy for a while until her furs grow back. I had it myself when I furst came to LBR, so I feel for ya, kid!

At least she's got some super chic gear to keep her from scratching herself  too much. Beats the cone of shame any day!

 Welcome to the family, Sydney! We're SO happy to have you and your momma join us. We'll get you feeling better in no time, and then you can find your furever home!

PeeS:
I can't believes I furgot about Ranger's False Confession Day! Okay, let me join in now. Let me just say that the rest of this post is NOT fur Santa Paws's Eyes!!!

1. I confess that I once jumped up on the counter, pulled down a bag of semisweet chocolate chips that Momma was going to use for making Christmas candy, and ate almost the WHOLE bag. (And stupidly left the empty bag out fur Momma to see and freak out over instead of throwing it away.)

2. I confess that I once snuck out of my crate while Momma was at work, even though she'd put locks on the door, and scratched up the WHOLE back of the bedroom door trying to go find her . . . on the day she invited Grandma and Grandpa over to see her sweet new dog for the furst time.

Would this face do something so naughty?

One of these is true and one is false. Tune in tomorrow to find out which!