It’s the most wonderful time of the year…

Our sweet puppy is over restrictions after having a cancer scare and we celebrated by letting her play with her boyfriend, Roscoe. We had to accept that she likes boys, not girls and I think we are all adjusting well. 😉

They enjoyed the NC weather and even went in for a swim. It was lovely.

Although she’s 75% Pitbull, there is 25% lab in there and that 25% has to be in the water no matter what the temperature is.

She’s my river dog and she has stolen my whole heart. She’s going to live until she’s 16 right? Right? (Anticipatory grieving is an actual thing and not some weird nursing diagnosis we had to learn to pass NCLEX).

Their stockings were hung with care…

So we trimmed our tree and supported our local recovery organization in Durham, Trosa. Those folks work their butts off in hopes that they stay sober one day at a time. I don’t know if I would be strong enough to go through that program. I hope I never have to find out. I christmas-afied our house while Nikki napped and it is looking lovely!

Enjoy the next letter in the installment of my granparents’’’ correspondence. I need to write a few pages today before I close the computer. But man, the Crown is calling my name… Baby it’s cold outside….