I shall be on an Internet vacation through the holiday week, though I have a couple of posts scheduled for around New Year's. So in the meantime, I will leave you with a bit of Christmas cheer in the form of Buster and Bär playing in the snow. Mom and I took them out one very frosty morning (dressed for the occasion, as you can see) and managed, with a lot of maneuvering and dog treats, to get some cute shots.
The old man—ten years old this week, and markedly gray around the muzzle!
Baby Bär—who doesn't give a hoot about cold, snow and ice. In fact, she loves it. She likes nothing better than romping through the snow and chewing up chunks of ice, and will catch snowballs out of the air and eat them. She has never shown the least sign of being cold at all, when the rest of us (including Buster) are shivering.
"Hey! Let's play!"
(No animals were harmed in the making of this blog post.)
Buster giving his best Humphrey Bogart impression. "I could play twice as hard as a mug like you. I could if I wanted but I don't wanna, see, mug?"
But it's Christmas, after all, and Bär is a big lovable baby, if occasionally a little too overpoweringly effusive for her four-legged housemate...so she was willing to make it up with a kiss.
I hope you all have a wonderful holiday! Merry Christmas and a very Happy New Year!