Merry Kissmutts

Wish I could say I thought up the word - Kissmutts, but my honest self says I have to tell the truth, I borrowed it off a card.

It is a Christmas to remember, mostly because Mother Nature has wrapped us in snow and drifted us closed.  When we were little we had some blizzards.  We were shorter then, so the drifts appeared 4 ft tall.  Now I hear some are 4 ft tall and it's still snowing and blowing. Plus this is our second blizzard in one year.  Definitely a record in my book.   I am torn between longing for a "normal" Christmas and celebrating the solitude of this one.  More than likely we won't budge from the house. 

Last night Reno grilled steaks in the snow.  It's a personal challenge for him to grill in any weather.  He and his Weber grill make beautiful meals together, and last night was no different.  My Dad would have loved him for just this reason! 

I think only one of my boys will be out today, and that's because he's plowing snow.  Not sure we'll see him, but he's out there.  A boy and his plow is almost as endearing as a boy and his dog.

And the dogs?  My happy little (or not so little) Kissmutts.  Hank has been standing at the back door watching for the squirrel in the tree.  Such diligence, such patience, such a silly Mr. Hanky.  They have both made mad dashes out in the yard and reported back in record time.  They know how to kick back and relax, so I'll try to take some lessons from them.

So from our house to yours.....may your heart be glad and may you have a Merry Kissmutts.