Christmas Eve

Remember when you were little? How Christmas Eve seemed like it would never, ever get here. Well, working in retail it feels the same way. But I digress.

When it finally got to Christmas Eve you knew the wait was nearly over, you knew, or at least you hoped, it was only hours before the magic happened. Waiting is not something we do easily. Not as kids, not as adults, although we do improve some with age.

In rescue we are always waiting. Waiting to save one more, waiting for foster homes, waiting-hoping-praying for the right forever home to come along. Waiting for transports to fill, waiting for home visit reports, waiting for rescue magic to happen.

We have three fosters waiting right now. Holy moley, I never thought I'd say that. So much for the "one foster dog at a time" rule. Some rules are made to be broken, the two puppies in the front room are testimony to that. Good news is they are settling in well, and we are becoming smarter foster parents in the process.

Hank is still grumbling some, Mick got chased through the kitchen and cornered by the puppies today. Sophie is no more stressed than usual - which I think is some form of progress with her.

So we find ourselves on this night of nights waiting. I am certain you are too. Waiting for the arrival, the celebration, the sacred event. Waiting for puppies to piddle, for Santa to come, for the birth of Jesus.

So from our house to yours, may the wait be easy, the gifts be heartfelt, the joys simple.

Merry Christmas to you and yours from Mick, Hank, Sophie, Jr. & Queenie.

And one last thing....

Dear Santa - We tried to be good ~ the puppies. I'll try not to growl at you or the puppies ~ Hank. I'm sorry about the blanket this morning ~ Sophie. Your treats are the cookies Santa, ours are the biscuits, don't mix 'em up. ~Mick