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People ask me what Christmas is like here…. well… here is a story from Branwen’s point of¬† view… she can be a bit cranky when she is woke up… LOL

'Twas the night before Christmas, Branwen laying under the holly,

Not a creature was stirring, not even a collie;

The stinky stockings were hung way up in the air,

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The collies were nestled all snug in their blanket beds,

While visions of dog bones danced in their heads;

And Hallie in her blankie, and Trevor on his master's lap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

Branwen sprang to her feet to see what was the matter.

Away to the window she flew like a flash,

Tore down the drapes and looked out and gasped.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

Gave lustre to Branwen's fur as she looked down below,

When, what to her angry eyes should appear,

But a gaudy sleigh, and eight stinkin reindeer,

With a little fat driver, moving way too quietly and quick,

She knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

More rapid than horses his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!

On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!

To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

Branwen licked her chops imagining a reindeer fry,

How good they would taste with bacon on the side,

So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,

With the sleigh full of toys, and that stinking St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, she heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

She then bared her teeth and was turning around,

Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his fat head to his foot,

And this slob's clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a thief just opening his pack.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry.... yummy!

His crooked little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the fur on his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

And the stinky smoke it circled his head like a wreath;

He had a broad face and a sloppy fat belly,

That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly... yummy.

He was chubby and plump, a evilly happy stinky old elf,

And Branwen growled when she saw him, she wanted to bite this elf;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon Branwen wanted to bite him dead;

she wanted to sleep, but couldn't because of this jerk,

he filled all the stockings; then turned done with his work,

As Branwen bit him on the side of his nose,

screaming out loud, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But Branwen laid down to sleep as he drove out of sight,

That will teach that stupid elf to disturb me at night.
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-Christmas Joke for ya dad….. Mary & Joseph. Now there’s a Stable relationship.

Trevor wrote this before he passed and we post this now…. ūüôā

Hi this is Trevor and today I am writing the blog as dad goes to Church.  He told us last night a story about the guy who found the branch of the church Dad attends.  A guy named Martin Luther.  The story he told was very interesting as we collies learned about the Christmas Tree and how the tradition was founded.

It seems, this Martin Luther was one night during the Advent Season¬† walking outside in the moonlight.¬† It had lightly snowed that evening and he came upon a bunch of Fir trees with the stars shining in the cold clear sky above, the light snow glowing upon the branches of the Firs, ice hanging down from the limbs and he was deeply inspired by the beauty of God’s creation!¬† He was so inspired he cut down a Fir Tree and brought it home and put it up with his family.

You see, Luther taught his family the Fir Tree (fir means fire) represents the Holy Spirit (Dad says the Holy Spirit appears as fire in the Bible), the evergreen represents the resurrection of Jesus, the Star on top the Star of Bethlehem, the tree points up to God, and that all creation is represented in the tree.  The Candles or lights represent the coming of Jesus into the world to be our Light!  It was a beautiful tradition that caught on quickly and spread across Europe and eventually the world.

However, while I believe this it true I also know Martin Luther was a very smart, practical man who also was cranky at times and I know he loved Dogs.¬† So, I Trevor think that instead of getting up on those cold winter nights to let out his Collie, he instead gave it indoor plumbing and the tree got watered at the same time….. good old smart man that Martin Luther was!

So, that is the story Dad told us about Martin Luther and the Tree with my commentary.¬† I can imagine the collie whining to be let out at 3 am with the fire place just embers, the cold wind blowing¬† and Luther getting up moaning “Lord have Mercy!”, with Katie Luther sighing “lord Have mercy” as she was awakened from a long winter’s nap and the dog thinking “Lord have Mercy, hurry up I have to go!”¬† I Trevor think the Lord heard this and had mercy by inspiring Martin Luther to bring indoor plumbing in for the Collie. ūüôā¬† But, what do I know?¬† After all, I am just a dog…

Luther and his family by the Tree!  I think the Collie is outside and missed out being in the picture!

Rutherford under the Christmas tree

-Did you know this dad?   Moses had the first tablet that could connect to the cloud.

-Sweet Lord… why? First Ginger, now this?!!!

-Hi Dad! Just letting you know, dont go in the house and if you do just remember I didnt do it!

-MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!¬† -Just wait till he goes through that booby trapped door…

 

FLY, BE FREE!!!!

-Oh sweet Lord what is Ginger doing now?

-What is she loading into her giant slingshot, is that a frozen turkey?

-Um…. look at that frozen turkey fly… why is Ginger¬† screaming “Fly, Be Free!”

-Who knows how far that bird could’ve flown if it hadnt been for that stupid garage being in the way, who wouldve thunk it would’ve gone through both sides though….. this has possibilities in my future weaponry experiments.¬† Thought I covered it up nicely with me urging it to fly… heheheheh¬† The Old guy is not happy though… oh well, time to go take a nap! HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!!

With thoughts of thanksgiving, the Pilgrims and the smell of Turkey in the air my thoughts wandered back to the Plimouth Plantation and the dogs there.¬† The only thing worse than being a human coming over on the Mayflower must’ve been being a dog on that rough ride.¬† But, ride it out they did!

Two dogs are recorded as having come over on the Mayflower.  The man who brought them over was John Goodman who reportedly died during the first winter leaving his companions to his fellow Pilgrims who cared for them.

The first was a Mastiff who can go up to 200 pounds and the other a English Springer Spaniel.  Both would be useful in the wilds of the new world for the Mastiff would be great at protection and big game hunting while the Spaniel would be a great hunting dog for smaller game.

There are three references about these two dogs  and they are as follows;

Goodman and a companion became lost during inclement weather and had to brave the storm out ill-dressed for the event overnight with the two dogs with them.¬† They could hear “Lions” roaring which were probably mountain lions or cougars who lived in the area at that time.¬† They reportedly had to hold the dogs all night to keep them from breaking for the “lions”.¬† They obviously found their way back after daybreak which must’ve came as a relief in many ways for these two guys.

The second is that Goodman was out with his Spaniel when a pack of Wolves appeared.¬† The Spaniel ran to Goodman for protection and he being unarmed did what any guy might do, he picked up a stick and threw it at one of the Wolves and hit it.¬† Not sure that is what I would’ve done… but it obviously worked. For the Wolves looked at them and Goodman threw another stick and the wolves sat down and observed them for what was described a very long time as the Spaniel stayed between Goodman’s legs.¬† Smart dog!¬† Finally, the Wolves wandered off which was lucky for Goodman, who perhaps brought about the saying three strikes your out for Bradford shows him as having died the first winter although other records show him to have died after that but before 1627.

The final note about these two dogs was that when the pilgrims planted crops they had to tie up the dogs to keep them from digging up the fish they put in with the seeds for fertilizer.  Now tied up is different here for it is reported they tied their front legs up to keep them from digging.

So, there you have it. The Mayflower dogs who we remember this Thanksgiving.  Wonder if they left any descendents?


Give thanks for your family and for the love you have in your life…..

We will take a moment to remember those who are no longer with us…… miss you ol’ Boo…..