Hauling the tree

Is this not the epitome of decorating? Much like childbirth, we quickly forget the struggles next time 'round

Cataract Creek is where we had our permit this year. Does that not sound like a retirement destination?

We were battling a fierce wind and both of men's skidoos were acting up that day. Bill's skidoo would start in Calgary fine but would not tolerate the elevation difference. Sean's troubles were more self-inflicted, he left the kill switch on.

Eskimo kiss!

Two peas in a komatuk here

 faller and bucker I am not

 

but I did help get the tree on the roof rack.

When we got home we donned the beaut with fishy tacky.. I mean tackle, and voila

Merry Christmas!

 This is the aftermath of our Christmas. I look taller in this pic don't you think?
(maybe to Muggins)

I'm dreaming of an early christmas

WE celebrated Chrsitmas Dec 9-13 this year. As we do not do things the easy way around here, we also decided to drive. No-one was cramped for space though and we were able to sleep in the back of the 'burbon on the way.

Muggins was supposed to stay in the back but would sneak up to be in the front by having a big stretch and stretching her front paws out.

She is a good little sleeper! what is it about being curled up tight that is so comfortable?

Home sweet home, mugs needed to burn some steam in the park

We timed our visit to see mom in the Christmas Cantata

We has two nice meals and rounds of Balderdash with Pat and Shannon

Frisky stayed in the rasfters for the majority of the visit. She may have tried to make a run for it but shook her paws once she realized the weather. 

Abby was a good sport being dressed up in the holiday spirit. And if you are wondering she has lost her teeth with age. We did not spike her doggie dish.

Shannon, Tanya and thought we had felt the aura during a tarot  card reading  Turns out they were cleaning the kitchen with bleach.

                   Sean saw the Jets beat Minnesota, and caught up with a few friends of his own.

supermugs!

Winter 2011

Spring 2012-

one of our little friends (age 3) asked if muggins had boobies, when the response was no she looked at mugs and said oh- soon muggins, soon.

ahhhtumn

 

As an obedience lesson, I had muggins sit and stay while I buried her toy in a mound of leaves, then signaled her to take it, which she gladly did.  We do the same sequence at her feedings... sit...stay...take it. She practically vibrates waiting for the signal. 

These are pictures of Kannanaskis country, the place where Christmas trees grow. On Remembrance day weekend Sean, Mug and I explored around.

I am still trying to prove I small but fierce.  Check out my crazy moves on a not-quite mountain bike (granny frame and skinny tires...and pasta butt seat too)

That high five was earned, baby!