Wishing for Snow

I'm just sitting here this morning having my coffee wishing for snow. I usually don't worry too much about getting snow as I always think it is my Christmas present from my Mom every year. You see, she passed away just before Christmas 12 years ago yesterday.  My Dad followed 2 years ago on the 20th. I used to phone her no matter what time of day when we got our first snow fall because I love snow so much and she would always laugh and say "Yes, Janet I see the snow." Every year since she has passed we have had snow even if it is green until Christmas Eve, it suddenly will snow. I always tell my kids, "See, I told you Grandma would send snow!" So in keeping with the snow theme I thought I'd share some pictures and just maybe, just maybe..... give Mom a little nudge.

These pictures were taken at the beginning of May this year.

This next one.......

.... is Gloria before we got her with Fred's Mom Lola at Autumn Blaze Bassets last winter.

Doesn't Fred look like his "other" Momma!

These next ones of Fred..

... were taken two weeks ago!

So like our sign says.........

 

.....BRING ON THE SNOW!!!!

Merry Christmas  Mom & Dad!

Remember When........

When you read this try to hum Alan Jacksons "Remember When" music through your head.

Remember when......

Freddie was puppy "G"

He was Beckis'
He didn't belong to me

Then we went up
I picked him out

And he was ours without a doubt

And we remember when.....

Freddie was so small

Then he grew up
But didn't get very tall

He learned to sit
and pee outside
He filled our hearts with pride

And we remember when

Now looking back
He's always been a brat

He tears around
Digs up our ground
But our love for him's still sound

And we remember when.

"I love ya Freddie!"
xoxoxo

Fred Having a Teenage Moment

"Woes me!" "It used to be just me and Momma." "There's our picture." "We were so happy!"


"Do you remember, Momma?"


"Argggg.......I think I'm gonna die!"



"Oh, Freddie, quit being so dramatic."

New Toy

Fred came to me the other day and told me he wanted a new toy.


"Momma, I need a new toy!"

Well, he didn't come right out and say it; we all know basset hounds can't talk, right? Oh, I beg to differ. Freddie with his wrinkled face, (which he can do on demand, by the way) hush puppy eyes, droopy ears and "woes me" look, knows how to work it; this allows him to speak his own language, which I have quickly learned. Any owner of a basset hound will know this to be true. Now since we have already spent a small fortune on toys for Freddie, (he has ruined every toy that we have gotten him. Correction - he only likes the ones he can ruin; the ones he can't, he doesn't bother with.)
I told him no.
Then of course he started to really pour it on!



He laid on the floor and started kicking and screaming.

So I did the only thing I could.....ran out to the store to find, yet again, the perfect toy that Freddie would love but be unable to destroy.(Ya! you try and tell Freddie no!)
It was going to be tough because apparently it doesn't exist!
So far he's had the ferret with the bottle inside,(he had that ripped open and the bottle chewed in under ten minutes). He's had the ferret without the bottle. He's had the nylon duck, the giant elephant to hump,(ripped his face off) 3 teddy bears, a stuffed beagle (can't blame him there!)a stuffed blue dog with rope, countless Kong, Nylabone and raw hide, oh the list goes on and on. And at about $8.00-$10.00 a pop, it's cost us a small fortune. The only toy he hasn't wrecked is his blue bed buddy that we had waiting for him when we first brought him home. He still sleeps with it. He will, on occasion, bring it out and throw it around when he's bored, but he won't chew his bed buddy! When I got home from Zehrs the other day I brought him a Hartz stuffed hedgehog. I gave it to him while I put away my groceries, when I turned around he had the stuffing ripped out of it. That was under 5 minutes! So, you can see why I hesitate when Fred comes to me and begs for a new toy.
As usual though he gives me that look and starts to yap, so off I went.

Now, since I came home with rubber toy and not a stuffed animal he snubbed it. Then he had a staring contest with it.


"Are you lookin' at me? Are you lookin' at me?"

He wanted to show me his dissatisfaction with it, but.....at the same time it was calling to him. So, he did the only thing he could. Grabbed it, jumped down and ripped its' head off! Another 8 bucks down the drain. When will I learn! So, if anybody out there has a suggestion for a toy that will last for Freddie, please let me know!!

On a Sadder Note....

I think Freddie is depressed. He spent most of yesterday doing this...



Doesn't he look depressed to you?

It's hard enough on him waiting for his new sister to come, but then his Dad (who has play time with him everynight) has been working 6-7 days a week until almost 8 p.m. everynight and is tired. So, this of course has gotten Freddie down. Sometimes it's hard being a stay at home Mom. Being the one to nag at him all day with the "rules". You know the usual "pee ouside, not in here", "no biting", "quit licking your weanie".... blah! blah! blah! Moms do it out of sheer love. So, when Freddie sits and pines over his Dad, I'm not going to lie, it tears me apart a little inside. Just a minute while I get a tissue.....but that's okay, 'cause I know deep down.....HE REALLY DOES LOVE ME MORE!!! Ha! Ha! That's right Stevie, deal with it!