...puppy's first Christmas!

     The tree is trimmed, the hats and mits are out in the basket where I normally put them; in a basket by the door.  The winter boots sit out by the coat hooks just waiting to be needed.  The carpet is out by the front door to catch snow and rocks before they enter the house.  All these things I have listed will have to change.  Why you might ask?  Oh, because 'the puppy' cannot handle all this change, apparently.

     As I sit here listening to the rumble coming from Leroy's stomach and wondering what he may be attempting to digest this time, I am reminded of his innocence.  He truly is just a puppy at a mere 8.5 months old.  The biggest problem is he is now over 130 lbs. which seams like a contradiction to his age.  Here are a few things Leroy has taught me about myself this past month:

1.  I will not take a regurgitated piece of clothing and wash it for future use.  I just cannot do it.  No matter if it is in perfect condition.  (Although I have thought about it when it is a glove.  But alas, we will simply wear unmatched gloves and rest assured that these have never graced the intestinal tract of my puppy)

2.  Some of the Christmas ornaments that I believed were sentimental in value were simply 'things'. The memories attached to them cannot be gently removed from a branch and played with until they are a fine glitter on the floor.

3.  Mike and I both require new winter boots.  Shoveling snow in runners because the boots that you once owned had the heels chewed off in a fit of anxiety, is not smart.  Runners become wet and cold which in turn causes the person wearing them to become cold and sick....for the rest of the winter.

The aftermath from the first attack on the tree ornaments.

These are from July and September.

Most recent comparison shot.  Meg is getting back to her normal size and Leroy is still growing.