This means that the dogs - our dear, spoiled, and, um, unique pups - will have to be kenneled for the first time in their pampered lives. Back when we only had Seamus, we would have avoided kenneling at all costs. Seamus is codependent and nervous, and I can only imagine the trauma that leaving him in a strange place, with strange people and stranger dogs, would have inflicted. However, we are now a two dog family and Calvin is decidedly not codependent or nervous (unless you're fighting with him over the blankets at night - then he wants to be as close to you as physically possible). Seamus and Calvin are definitely a team and I think that Seamus will be okay in a kennel if he has Calvin to keep him warm at night and boss around during the day. Luckily, I found a kennel - excuse me, a Pet Resort - in town. It features rooms with glass walls (no bars or chains for these dogs!), raised beds which include headboards, beachy jazz and classical music playing all day long, and optional webcam access to your animals. Best of all, they can put dogs from the same family in the same room. I think the boys will be fine for three days, but I'm still nervous. (I wonder where Seamus gets it?)
In happier Christmas news, Nathan and I got our very first real live (well, technically dead) Christmas tree.
Alas, we did not chop it down ourselves, but it is from North Carolina. It's a little crooked, but I think that adds to it's charm. In all our years of living in sin, the closest we've come to a Christmas tree is a potted rosemary plant, and it's not quite the same when you can pick around the ornaments for dinner ingredients. The tree was only $25.00 and I had a $10.00 coupon, so we were feeling pretty thrifty - until we learned that tree stands were $30.00! I have since discovered that they are much cheaper elsewhere, but it was too late. We were determined to make our own tree stand, dammit. Nathan used some scrap wood and drilled it directly into the trunk, flush with the ground, which worked great. Until, that is, I read online that the trunk of the tree should be in water, so it does not shrivel and die by mid-December. You have to water your Christmas tree! Who could have known?
This was a problem that was easily solved: I retrieved the dog's large, outside water bowl, filled it with the good stuff, and Nathan successfully put our homemade stand in place. The only downside is that Calvin keeps pacing the tree's perimeter, whining because he's thirsty and can't get to the water. He's a special dog.
We don't really have any ornaments and I didn't want to spend $20.00 on generic ones from Target, so we've decided to build our collection slowly. Each year, we'll each buy or make an ornament for the tree, something meaningful or beautiful, and by the time we're fifty we'll have a huge tree, dripping with lovely decorations. For now, we have three ornaments, some mini-disco balls I found in the attic, and pretty lights. And it's perfect.
|When can we pee on this thing?|
|Merry effing Christmas, y'all!|
Now if you'll excuse me, there is about a week and a half left to this semester and I am up to my ears in workshops and critiques. If you need me, I'll be buried under stories and poems, covered in red ink, and permanently attached to a cup of coffee with a splash of almond milk. Oh, grad school. How I missed you!