S-q-u-i-r-r-e-l-s

Duffy, my brother's Soft Coated Wheaten Terrier, guards the house against the potential invasion of those evil s-q-u-i-r-r-e-l-s (can't say it out loud without setting him off).

(12.25.03, Ann Arbor, MI)

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New Year's Eve goes to the dogs

I rang in the New Year with friends and dogs. We had our champagne and they had their rawhide bones and we all had a grand time. At least we didn’t steal each other’s glasses of champagne and snarl at each other over them. Actually, the dogs mostly got along quite well – my vet-student housemate’s ancient boxer and bossy little schipperke, and my vet-radiologist friend’s amiable old chocolate Lab. My friends and I ate Tia’s Favorite Mexican Chicken (too spicy for the dogs, although they liked the tortilla chips) with a nice Jacob’s Creek Shiraz that my housemate contributed. We toasted at midnight with the champagne my friend brought – a lovely Pol Roger NV Brut Extra Cuvee de Reserve – accompanied by a batch of Sugar and Spice Pepitas.

And now I, for one, am enjoying a bit of a lull to clear my office files and my desk, and to relax and read and think and maybe write a little – in my private journal and maybe here too.

Hope you all had a fun New Years Eve. Best wishes for a very happy 2004.

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