The elf from the shelf left the cottage gripped tightly in Carson jaws....we found him later in shreds all over the yard. Carson told the little F'er in no uncertain terms, "Screw you, munchkin, nobody tells Santa about my behaviour!!!" Well, so much for that holiday tradition...laughing. So we are back to the traditional Deck the Halls with doggie cookies and squeaky toys and all the Fa la la la la la la la la la la one dog can muster this season.
The holiday traditions are past on from one generation to the next...sometimes I wonder why and where some of my ideas come from. The annual red bow on the dog came from Booie...being a rather large forest dog and resembled a bear, we use to tie a ribbon on him during the winter season so he was not mistaken for a bear...it has just be come tradition now. Carson will receive his first red ribbon this year to carry on a long forest dog tradition.
The cutting of the holiday tree, Bruce and I go out in early November before the snow and hunt for the perfect tree...it takes the good part of the day, so we make a thermos of hot chocolate and head out into the wild blue yonder. Each year it's a debate between a fir tree or a pine...this year was a gorgeous fir tree about 10 feet tall...I don't have a tree in the cottage anymore. So I place it on the deck outside and cover it in beautiful white lights. I love it when it's covered in snow and light shine through, it's peaceful. I look forward to this tradition of cutting a real tree out in the wilds of nowhere BC. It's the best part of living in the country...
So I guess this holiday season we can add a new tradition, the grizzly murder of the elf on the shelf
Grow, Harvest, Cook, Eat and Be Merry
Jenn
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