Stolen kongs

Christmas didn't have the weight and emotion that it typically carries. Our gatherings were nice. Some of my family is in the UK (Celina + family as well as my brother). Yesterday we got together with my other sister, Marcie, and her family at my mom's and today I made brunch for my mom and Julio at my house. I was pleased with how my brunch turned out (eggs with cheese, spinach and onions; toast; fruit salad with mostly berries; coffee from my french press; juice). Mom and Julio left. And that is it. It is quiet here in my house - not much in the way of sadness, maybe resignation on some level.

Rain on Christmas. Not what I expected. It is actually raining slush - not good for a walk which is what I'd planned to do today.

Neko begins her existential-like quest with the squirrels every day with renewed enthusiam regardless of the rain, snow or temperatures. This is her job. They remain mainly on the power lines and high up in the trees and don't seem fazed by her calculated attacks and full speed lunges at the fence. The other day she was really fired up and was barking at the fence for a good hour. I learned that a squirrel was just on the other side of the fence devouring her kong filled with peanut butter. Kongs are heavy things; I've no idea how that little scavenger picked it up as it weighs more than even a hefty squirrel I'd guess. The guy had eaten all the way through the rubber and had most of the peanut butter. I understand why Neko was pissed. This was her second kong. Probably this guy or one of his unscrupulous homies took the first one as well.

Happy Holidays to all.