Started working on my resolutions today.  My dad called me and asked if I was busy or if I could get in my cold car and drive to his house just to stand in his front yard and take pictures of his Christmas lights… I immediately thought back to my resolutions and put on my boots and carefully descended my stairs without slipping on the ice and drove over to my parent’s house and took some pictures for him.  It only took a few minutes and it seemed to have made my father very happy.  Totally worth it.
Now, on to my children…

Dogs are the greatest things.  We have two dogs and they are completely different from each other.

Quincy will be 7 tomorrow and he’s a laid back messy looking not quite miniature schnauzer.  He constantly needs a hair cut, even five minutes after he received one.  J & I know that he deep down loves us and is happy we saved him from the pound, but he just has a hard time showing it.  He loves to sit by himself and make you uncomfortable by staring at you.  He can eat through anything if he thinks there is a treat inside.  Yesterday, he consumed an entire bag of treats while we were out to have a cocktail.  He was howling this morning because he needed out so bad.  The vet told us last year that his svelte 30 lb frame was “obese.”  Yikes.  We’ve worked really hard on limiting his indulgences, making sure he gets enough exercise and keeping his food limited.  He’s now down to 27 lbs, another 3 lbs and he’ll be perfect.  I wish it was that easy for me.

Now, as for the crazy in the family, that’s Lola.  She’s a 5 year old rat terrier that we rescued from the streets (well, the Humane Society rescued her from the street and we rescued her from there.)  She was a little rough around the edges and still can be a little bit, but has gotten so much better.  She is a lover and a protector.  If she isn’t touching you and snuggling, then she is not very comfortable.

They are the best of friends… well at least brother & sister and they get along great.  Just seeing them makes me happy each and every day.  We even buy them matching sweaters so we can take a family picture for our Christmas card.  Soon, I will capture Quincy walking backwards up the stairs… it’s a daily occurrence, but he gets embarrassed if I have the camera and then he just refused to come in.  I’ll get him one of these days.