Saturday, December 21, 2024

It's a Tough Life Being the Spoiled Grand-Dog in Upstate NY When There are Light Flurries Falling from the Sky

Had to leave the house by 7:30 for Dad's cat scan, and got their holiday banking taken care of. Karal visited with her cousin, Lucy, and there was cube steaks and smiley fries for dinner. Productive day? I'm not sure, but we caught dad before he put buttered bread in the toaster. That was a win for sure.

I think the day tired Karal out early. I decided it was too cold to go out to shop or get dinner. Easier during daylight hours in the winter. I very well could have given in with Karal. I'm determined to beat the cold down before it beats me down. 

Had another successful Price Chopper run with Papa Butch. We're two for two with no incidences. Fingers crossed we make it through the holiday. We bought 3 tubs of sherbet, so he should be good for now. And after he buttered bread and then tried to put it in the toaster, he now has two slices of buttered bread at his side, pretending to be he parakeet. All is well on Amalfi Drive. I think we should name her Bernadette.

And I vote not to have to get up early to take anyone anywhere to a medical appointment. It's cold out there at this time of year, and how is anyone supposed to leave their house before 8 a.m.? I'm out of practice for sure. 

Okay, Saturday....bring forward what you will. I think Karal and I will be ready for it.

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