Christmas Fare 2019.

Well the Christmas meat is all gone together with the pigs-in-blankets and stuffing. Most of the roast potatoes have also gone. The Christmas puddings have been eaten and there’s just one box of mince pies left.

That can only mean one thing. Christmas 2019 is finally over. Thank goodness.

Young Sali in 1991.

Sali the GSD in 1991 (scanned from a photo) showing a #TongueOutTuesday even before Twitter was invented. She stuck a bit of her cardboard home on her tongue for extra effect. She loved a cardboard box home during the day and got through a few during a week. ๐Ÿ˜ƒ

Sali with tongue out.
Sali with her cardboard box home.

Out of the corner of my eye.

Having bulk bought some seed for the birds I’ve left it in the hall after it arrived yesterday. The main bag of seed is in a dark green bag. Whilst I was sitting in the dining room I could see the bag out of the corner of my eye. It looked for all the world like Janey peering round the corner.

I’ve had to move the bag now. ๐Ÿ˜ƒ

Sausage Saturday and Sunday.

I really do miss sausage days. Janey loved her sausage and would gobble it up in seconds. Normally she free ate her food. You could put a weeks supply of food down for her and she’d just eat enough for the day.

But sausage was different (together with other special treats she loved). So much so that even now I can’t bring myself to eat sausage. It would stick in my throat.

sausages in pan

Keeping Janeys bed aired.

Keeping Janeys bed ready on her sofa just in case she comes back or visits in the night for a snooze. That’s Tufty in the picture, but Janey never really got on with him. But maybe she’s mellowed now?

Janeys bed is ready with Tufty.