A special Rottweiler Christmas card for all our friends.

This is the cover page of the Christmas card that we mailed out to our friends this year.

And this was the inside page, just for you.

Merry Christmas, everyone, wherever you are.

Four, One and Four. Snow totals since Saturday.

Nice thing about snow is it makes everything look clean and bright. After each snowfall the front yard gets cluttered with thousands of footprints and then we get another snowfall and it looks clean again. This weather lately is somewhat unusual in that we have had three snowfalls in four days. Instead of one big storm, the totals have been small and easily handled. So much for the human perspective, the Rottweilers seem to find everything perfect for them. Except they can't find their favorite spots after they keep getting covered.

Ruff looking all serious.

Axl was just rolling in it.

Sassy sitting in the snow.

The two explorers, again.

By the dawn's early light. The morning after the snowstorm the night before.

What a beautiful sight and a wonderful surprise from baby Ruff. We all went out this morning just as the Sun was coming up and the boys immediately began to explore. 

And a very big surprise from my baby Ruff. Sometimes I am amazed at how much they listen to me and pay attention and actually understand what I am saying to them. After taking the above photo I said to Ruff that I had to out to the street and pick up the newspaper. I always talk to him like I was having a regular conversation so I happened to mention that this used to be Mamma Mocha's job when she was alive and she was my papergirl and to my complete surprise Ruff trotted out to the end of the driveway and picked up the newspaper and carried it back to me without me even asking him to do it. When he did this I told him he could go to work every day and be my paperboy and I saw the glimmer of excitement in his eyes just like Mocha use to have when I asked her to go to work.

And then the boys went out to the pool area and explored their new surroundings again.

Later on today we will take a walk down to the back.

We got our first snow today.

This is what the front yard looked like at 11 o'clock tonight when I took the three Rottweilers out for their last pee before bedtime. The look on Ruff's face tells me he remembered seeing this stuff before. Looks like one of our neighbors shoveled the sidewalk for us without saying anything.

Hey, look at this.

Yep. it even tastes the same.

Sassy just walked out took a squat and then sat down.

Axl just takes everything in stride. Nothing bothers him.

The weatherman was reporting up to 4-5 inches in our area but it looked like no more than 3 inches to me. I'll have to wait until tomorrow and see what we got in the back. I'm sure the boys will enjoy going for a long walk.

Another day another photo.

There are several photo captions that would apply to this picture. Given a choice the two boys - Ruff and Axl - would like nothing better than to take naps while babysitting their Mom. Which is just what they did after dinner last night.

 

Not quite an off topic story.

One of my online news sites ran a story this morning that I immediately found very funny even though it wasn't intended to be. Here is the headline and opening paragraph.

I’M SO PRETTY: Taking Too Many Photos of Your Kids is a BAD Thing, Warn Experts

Parents taking too many pictures of their kids are being warned that it can be detrimental to their development as it might make them feel ‘overly important’.

The reason the story wasn't meant to be funny was because they were talking about our real kids, a.k.a. the human kind, otherwise called children. But we all refer to our Rottweilers (and Notweilers, too) as our kids but I think the point of the story may apply there as well. I know that in my baby Rottweiler Ruffin's seven year life he has had the bulk share of some 10,000 photographs taken and it has gotten to the point that when he sees me with the camera he almost begins to pose for another picture. So does this begin to explain the origins of the "spoiled rotten" attitude? Who cares. Here is another picture taken this morning after we came home from church.

These poor critters are so attached to us that they are unable to cope with our schedule changes. On Sunday's we get up almost 4 hours early to make the 7 o'clock Mass and they all cry their heads off when we pull out of the driveway. They do the same in the daytime when we go shopping and have to leave them home alone, but at 6:30 in the morning when its still dark outside it sounds terrible.