Some would call me mean-spirited

I say, “HO! HO! HO!” I have no problem putting dogs in stupid outfits and compromising positions for my own entertainment and the entertainment of others. And project all you want onto these dogs, those are your issues, if they hated it, they’d let me know. They sure as hell let me know everything else. Like when I’m not sharing enough chicken, steak, or lamb. Yeah, I said it. I feed my dog lamb. And DUG would feed them filet.

Let’s be honest. I paid good money for a Yorkshire Terrier (and I remind him of that every day) because every time I see them, they make me laugh and feel good. Why else would you get a dog? And now that I have Chewie, he makes me feel good every day. He’s worth the weight of 10 Chewies in gold, and then some. And when I put him through the absolute torture of dressing him like a Bee, hypothetically of course, and playing the Black Eyed Peas song “Imma Be” at full volume while he marches around the house, I don’t feel an ounce of guilt. And his belly’s full of chicken. Or mozzarella. So it’s a win/win.

And for the record, when we were packing and someone came across the Mickey Mouse lavender Fairy Hat (I kid you not), and someone put it on Rufus’ head, and it was obvious that he did not like having something on his head, because he stood completely still and refused to move, I was the one to remove it, immediately. Well, immediately after running to the bathroom because I was laughing so hard I almost peed myself. Or was it that Hot Dog costume?…

Really, though, I prefer to think of myself as Chewie’s Person, and I try to be as good to him (and people) as he is to me and everyone he meets. He and his brother are amazing and constant reminders of do unto others. And we could always stand to learn a bit, or sometimes a lot, from them about how to treat each other. See, it’s not all ice in there where my heart goes. Some of it just melted. A little.

Anywhoo, here’s my nephew, Rufus Elton Lacicata, dutifully waiting until after the Thanksgiving holiday to bring you some rainbow Christmas cheer. Dad would have a fit if we’d posted this one day too early, and even though we did this shoot probably last May, Rufus told me, in no uncertain terms, that I was not to post it until after Thanksgiving. So here we are.

Yes, the Dogs talk to me… Remember what your Mother (or Daddies) taught you, If you don’t have anything nice to say, shut the @#$% up. Or something like that.

Seasons Greetings! Et cetera, et cetera.