Whine, wine, wine.....

Okay, I have been shamed by some of my followers who said they are jonesing for a post. So here we go. It's the day before Christmas Eve and  the Hanukkah season(did I spell that right?) is underway. I'm going to try to catch you up on whats been going down here on the mountain. One day it was Fall and with absolutely no warning the next day it was winter! None of this fading in crap, just boom, Winter.

So I am sitting here with my "inexpensive" as opposed to "cheap" wine. I think there is about  $0.50 cent difference. If it costs under $3.00 it's cheap. If it costs over $3.00 it is "inexpensive". I'm enjoying this stab you in the gut Pinot Grigio drinking it from a mason jar. Let me tell you, in mountain society a jelly jar is for everyday but a mason jar is upscale and only used for company. I figured this is a festive season so I'm breaking out the mason jars. Besides, after 2 glasses of this, you don't care what your drinking out of, the dog's water bowl would do just fine, except that I would have to fight off the dogs.

So I imagine that you all are frazzled now with the holiday season, relatives and decorations. We don't decorate for Christmas, because some of the Doos, no names mentioned, view ornaments and decorations as hanging toys and things to be knocked down and eaten. So instead, I make them wear antlers and Santa and elf hats to amuse me. I'm amused, not them. I really need to get a camera so I can share these moments of humiliation.

For those of you Yorkie fan you will be glad to hear that they are all back in sweaters, some pastel, none of them "manly' Most of them embarrassing. They still run up and down the porch barking like crazy. Sunny  now considers them a dangerous threat. Okay, here is the story. One day when it was still fall. Sunny was out roaming and as he is want to do, he likes to go visit my neighbors on the porch and share any food they might be eating. So here he is on the porch and sharing a sandwich with David, one of the neighbors, and someone left their storm door unlatched and out piled two of the Yorkies and promply attached themselves to each of Sunny's ears. You never saw a dog exit a porch so fast. Luckily I was outside to observe it the look on his face was priceless. A dogs version of  WTF! He came running home and now checks out the location of said Yorkies before he crosses the creek. I don't blame him Yorkie earrings are definitely not in fashion.

With pigs gone it seemed kind of dull here, but the Lord provides. We have a new neighbor who is a complete asshole. He is a Yankee transplant from a suburb or city. He has provided us with a lot of entertainment and I will be writing about him in the coming blogs.

Well, the pot of pintos I have been cooking are ready, Yum, and I need a refill of wine. So bless you all and I will be posting soon. I miss ya'll too. So have a great Christmas don't get too drunk and fall into the tree. Don't feed your dogs turkey it gives them gas you wouldn't believe.

Taliban Yorkies and Sunfire the TPD

Wow, I didn't realize that it has been so long since I posted. But we will definitely make up for it in this post. For all you Yorkie fans you will get a double dose this post. But first, Sunfire has earned his TPD (toilet paper dog). I was sitting here vegging as usual surfing sites when I happen to look up and see that my house has been redecorated reminiscent of a Halloween TPing. It was amazing, it went from one of the bathrooms to the living room, into and out of my bedroom and ended in the dining room. For those of you who are unfamiliar with my house layout, it is like a great room with a bedroom off of it. The great room consists of a kitchen, dining area, office area and living room. There are 2 bathrooms, one off the great room and the other in my bedroom Of course there was no dog in site. When I started using expletives and cuss words they all appeared. Looking very innocent I might add. As a side note, that is some strong toilet paper, I can't figure out how if it's so strong how come I always stick my finger through multiple layers. Okay, back to the "innocent" dogs. They are all looking at each other like "what is she mad about, hey, I like the new decor, very dog friendly". I say, "who did this" I'd drop over if one of them actually said, " well, I guess I'll confess, it was me". In true dog fashion they just looked at me with their heads cocked. I said, "well I guess the bad dog has visited once again". I assume they agreed because they all left. Okay, a day later same thing only this time it just went from the bathroom to the dining room. Again, no dog in sight. I was in the other bathroom at that time. I figured it was useless to ask who did it, so I just started rewinding. I was making a point of making sure the bathroom doors were closed and watching for any suspicious activity. My next encounter with the undercover toilet paper runner was again, I looked up and saw a trail of paper towels this time. Aha! a clue at last. The paper towels sit at the back of the counter and Mira, Siren and Lotto are all to short to reach them. Sunny was exonerated because he had been in the bedroom with the door closed sleeping. That left Riggins and Sunfire. I looked at both of them and put  small cookies on the back of the counter. Riggins was jumping trying to get them and Sunfire just easily snarfed both of them up. Okay, I had a culprit, not to mention that he had a small fluff of paper on one of his whiskers. I told him that I was watching him, you know the signal, your first two fingers pointing to your eyes and them at other person. Sunfire isn't very good at taking hints, but to date he hasn't gotten any more TP or paper towels. Of course I have moved the paper towels to the top of the refrigerator. I expect it is only a matter of time before he can get on top of the refrigerator. His father, Sunny is an expert refrigerator top cruiser, which is why I don't store the bread up there anymore.

Alright Yorkie fans, here we go. First, I think I told you that there was another Yorkie who joined the group. His name is Scooter. Scooter is going to rescue. No crying! He will be going with a great rescuer that I personally know. He already has a new home where he will be an only dog and live with a lady who carries her dogs around in purses. We know the kind, they have a big purse and if you get within 15 feet of it it starts growling and snapping. These people always give you a look at you as if you tried to strangle their pocket pup. I've thought about it but never have actually done it. She recently lost her other Yorkie. It went to that Yorkie heaven in the sky. Yorkies and toy dogs don't go to the Rainbow Bridge because the big dogs would eat them. I guess if you are a very bad little dog (or cat) you go to the bridge and are given a 30 second start.

There is an amendment to the Scooter Story. Scooter will not be going to Rescue, He will be going back to his mama. He will still be an only dog and one of those Foo-Foo dog that gets carried in a purse. He will still be an only dog so there is no competition for peeing on walls and furniture for him. BUT, Scooter was neutered,. Hey, that rhymes!. Scooter thought they said tutored so he went along happily. Now he's walking a little funny with his back legs. So RIP Scooters balls and here is to a good life with your mama the other Yorkies are glad to see you go.