Merry Christmas!

Away in the window the three yorkies stood,

Awaiting the family coming over for fud,

They love Christmas time and the joy it will bring,

Dreams of food, toys, and ankles leave them ready to spring.

Skye's ready to lick you and give you his best,

While Elizabeth's ready to tear off her dress and finally Sophia the pointsetta girl

Will frantically snip at your ankles and twirl.

Merry Christmas 2005

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house

Not a creature was stirring EXCEPT for a mouse!

He'd jumped into a canister and got himself stuck

When Beth finally found him he thought he'd run out of luck.

But Beth is an odd one and hadn't the heart to kill

Nor would she leave him outside to fall ill.

She ran to the pet store and bought him a house

After a fairly disgruntled conversation with spouse. (Poor Joe)

The feller now resides in her office on a desk

And is carefully preparing a warm winter nest.

Merry Christmas little mouse. Your lease runs out come spring!

Thanks for putting up with me Joe...again

Stewart Little and Stuart Little - A Sad Turn of Events

Once there was a cute little mouse named Stuart Little and an equally cute little yorkie named Stewart Little.

The smaller of the Stuarts lived out in the blowing snow and cold and scrounged to find the tiniest crumbs that the birds had scattered under the feeders.

The larger of the Stewarts lived in a large 3 story house with his two sisters where the temperature was warm and cozy; there were fleece beds in every room; and bowls of delicious food and water on every floor.

One very frigid winter's day, as Stuart little was gathering his daily food from under the mounds of snow, he happened upon a house with a crack in the foundation. A gentle warm breeze drew him nearer. He decided it wouldn't hurt to wander in and warm his ears for a spell. The moment he entered the crack, he decided this was a place he could live out his the rest of his life - and perhaps even start a family. It opened up into a lovely warm living room. There was plenty of food and warm places to sleep and the family inside seemed very nice. They even had three furry yorkies that he had hoped he could have as friends. One of those yorkies was none other than Stewart Little. Stewart the yorkie had never seen a mouse before and had no idea that he had been named after one.

That evening as he and the girls lay sleeping by the fire, Stuart the little mouse scurried up to introduce himself and tried to win over their hearts by showing the yorkies his many talents - including juggling crumbs of food. Being very tiny, he jumped up onto the larger Stew's bed so that he could be seen more easily. Stewart the yorkie was in a deep slumber but felt something ticklish at his side and jumped up, startled. Stuart the mouse, equally startled, started to scurry back down the bed, but his movements triggered the ratting instinct in the larger boy; an instinct the little mouse new nothing about. Stewart the larger Little darted towards the movement and before he knew what he had done had chomped down on his little namesake and put a tragic end to this seemingly dark fairytale.

Thanks for the evening entertainment little Stuart. Sorry, I accidentally smooshed you.

Sincerely,

Stewart Little (now the one and only)

Winter is here?!

DANG, it was cold this morning. It was -7 degrees and the kind of morning a person wants to stay under the hot running water of the shower for as long as possible before pruning.

I wish I were a winter-type person that could enjoy skiing, sledding, or making snowmen, but I'm not even close to that. I am a Minnesota wimp that runs to and from the car shivering and whining about my cold white fingers and toes.

I found this picture of our new deck. We nearly lived out there this summer and fall. It was our lookout on the world, but I think the days of sitting out on the deck and discussing the days events over a glass of wine are over for a few months and SAD is setting in.

Even the dogs look a little depressed as they stare out the window at the icy, deserted landscape. Skye ran out the doggie door as I left for work and then immediately did a 360 and high stepped it back in. On a day like today, not even the bravest of yorkies would dare venture out. It is the kind of cold that burns the paws and soul on contact.

Hang tight little friends. There is a spring around the corner and you will be running through fields of squirrels in no time.

Coming soon: Yorkies and the Christmas mouse (it wasn't pretty)