Jeff's Blind Dog Blog

Seeing it's been, what, sixteen days since the last entry on this blog, your humble Blind Dog owner figured it was time to let you know he and his family still live in beautiful Olathe, Kansas. Our "cancelled Christmas" has been the most laid-back ever and I must say I like it that way. Though I am irritated with everyone who bought us gifts anyway--even small ones--in spite of our telling them "we're not getting you anything; don't get us anything." Means I get to carry a guilt trip on my shoulders for the next year. Thanks a LOT, "friends." ;-)

This is also our first Christmas without DiDi and, seeing the blog is dedicated to her sublimely goofy memory, here's not one but several from Christmases past: Treat time. We're not doing it this year, but in years past my good wife and good sister-in-law would trade off as to what house would host Thanksgiving and Christmas each year, and we'd have the turkey and for Christmas a ham and all the trimmings. And DiDi, of course, would get the ham bone. And she would promptly take it downstairs and bury it. This is just a dog being a dog.

But we noticed later she did that with every treat we gave her. She did it with milk bones. She did it with giblets. She did it with chew toys. Every single one, she would take into her mouth, then go straight downstairs, presumably to bury it. We have no idea where she's buried it all. We still haven't found the stash. One day some gopher is going to plow into it by accident and trigger a chain reaction, and it'll all come spewing forth from the ground, disrupting the stability of its foundation, and our house will collapse. But until then, it's somewhere beneath the sod, making worms very happy.

And that's all I've got, except for the very cool Killers video posted below. You're most welcome to post holiday greetings in the comment section. In fact, I'd love it if you did. That would be a VERY cool Christmas present. A Blessed Christmas to you all. Enjoy.