Helen's Home World: Pawsome Christmas

Thursday, December 27, 2012

Pawsome Christmas

Hey dere eberyone, it's me Keltic. Beckett was right, Sandy Paws, I mean Santa Paws brought us some pawsome pressies. I been too busy playin wid my new toys and eating treats to write before now.

We started out our mornin openin up the pressies in our socks that Santa Paws filled. He gaves us both some new toys and treats. Mums included a video of us openin our gifts, she had to heps us just a little bit as I wasn't too sure I was loud to rip dem.

Beckett and Keltic Open their Sock from Santa Paws

Then it was off to Mums family for the big Christmas. There was lots of other pressies, mostly for the peepuls but we got some too. We gots new bowls and place mats from Mums. I wasn't too thrilled wid that pressie as you cants play wid them and der was no food in dem. Mums told us she boughted dem a long time ago when de old guy, Tucker, was still livin wid us. At first, she only boughted two sets but den she felt bad about de old guy and went back an boughted anudder set. We all misseded Tucker this Christmas.

We gots new stuffies from our neybour Auntie Julie. We also got a big gift of treats from Mums. She says dey is all natural, I don care if dey is or not but dey sure tastes good. I wanted to hep myself but Mums says you cants eat too much of dem.

Me an Beckett openin our big pressie

Me (Keltic) trying to get more treats.

After all the pressies were opened, the peepuls just sort of hung around. They made a big deal bout dis little peepul guy. He smelled kinda good but I wasnt loud to licks him.

Adrian Robert

Later on, the peepuls sat down to dinner but they didnt let us eats wid dem. But when Mums finished she made us sum dinner. We gots turkey, mashed tater, veggies and gravy. I luved it all and wolfed it right down. Beckett ates slower den me, he ates his turkey and gravy first, den he ates his taters and veggies. Mums had to keep me out of his plate; I sure was willin to hep him clean da plate.

Our pawsome pressies

So I weally, weally enjoyed my first Christmas. We was so tired when we gots home that's we went straight to our beds.

Oh and I gots one special gift from Mums, an ornament for da tree. Beckett didn't get one cuz he already got one in da tree.

I hopes eberyone had a pawsome Christmas like us. Hope you all has a happy healthy New Year too!!

Lots of licks, Keltic
(and from Beckett too)

8 comments:

AnonymousDecember 27, 2012 at 3:44 PM
Keltic, for your first Christmas , we say you hit the mother load, a awesome collections of stuff, That Christmas thingy sure is fun, here's hoping you guys have like 87 hundred more happy ones.

Your Pals
the Scottie Twinkies
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SaraDecember 27, 2012 at 4:31 PM
You guys got lots of great presents! Plus, you were really good at opening them. Fun!
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AnonymousDecember 27, 2012 at 7:16 PM
So cute. Glad da paw boys had a good Christmas.
Aunt Juanita
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UnknownDecember 28, 2012 at 4:18 AM
What a wonderful Christmas with so many pawsome toys!
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Lassiter Chase and BenjaminDecember 28, 2012 at 8:54 AM
Love your little green froggie toy with the ball in the middle. Also loved the caption -- hey where did the toy go when your brother Sheltie stole it from you when you were too busy shredding the wrapping paper. So cute. Thanks for the big smile this morning!
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Cat and DOG Chat With CarenDecember 28, 2012 at 9:47 AM
loved this sooo much! so happy that you had a wonderful Christmas!
Barks and licks and love, Dakota
www.dakotasden.wordpress.com
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DianaDecember 31, 2012 at 5:22 PM
Looks like a great Christmas!!!
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VonnieJanuary 2, 2013 at 10:00 AM
Sounds like you all had a great time!
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If it should be that I grow frail and weak
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then will you do what must be done,
For this -- the last battle -- can't be won.

You will be sad I understand,
But don't let grief then stay your hand,
For on this day, more than the rest,
Your love and friendship must stand the test.

We have had so many happy years,
You wouldn't want me to suffer so.
When the time comes, please, let me go.
Take me to where to my needs they'll tend,
Only, stay with me till the end

And hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time you will agree
It is a kindness you do to me.

Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I have been saved.
Don't grieve that it must be you
Who has to decide this thing to do;

We've been so close -- we two -- these years,
Don't let your heart hold any tears.

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Beyond the Rainbow

As much as I loved the life we had and all the times we played,

I was so very tired and knew my time on earth would fade.

I saw a wondrous image then of a place that’s trouble-free,

Where all of us can meet again to spend eternity.

I saw the most beautiful Rainbow, and on the other side

Were animals of every sort as healthy as could be!

My own tired, failing body was fresh and healed and new

I wanted to run with them, but I had something left to do.

I needed to reach out to you, and tell you I’m alright

That this place is truly wonderful,

Then a bright Glow pierced the night.

Twas the Glow of many candles shining bright, strong and bold

I knew then that it held your love in its brilliant shades of gold.

For although we may not be together in the way we used to be,

We are still connected by a cord no eye can see.

So, whenever you need to find me, we’re never far apart,

If you look beyond the Rainbow and listen with your heart.

Do you think the time is right?

May I say goodbye to pain filled days and endless lonely nights?
I've lived my life and done my best, an example tried to be.
So can I take that step beyond, and set my spirit free?
I didn't want to go at first, I fought with all my might.
But something seems to draw me now to a warm and living light.
I want to go, I really do; it's difficult to stay.
But I will try as best I can to live just one more day.
To give you time to care for me and share your love and fears.
I know you're sad and afraid, because I see your tears.
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That my spirit will be close to you wherever you may go.
Thank you so for loving me. You know I love you too,
And that's why it's so hard to say goodbye and end this life with you.
So hold me now just one more time and let me hear you say,
Because you care so much for me, you'll let me go today.

I Loved You Best

So this is where we part, My Friend,

And you'll run on, around the bend.

Gone from sight, but not from mind,

new pleasures there you'll surely find.

I will go on; I'll find the strength,

Life measures quality, not its length.

One long embrace before you leave,

Share one last look, before I grieve.

There are others, that much is true,

But they be they, and they aren't you.

And I, fair, impartial, or so I thought,

Will remember well all you've taught.

Your place I'll hold, you will be missed,

The fur I stroked, the nose I kissed.

And as you journey to your final rest,

Take with you this...I loved you best.

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The Price We Pay

There is a cycle of love and death that shapes the lives of those who choose to travel in the company of animals.

It is a cycle unlike any other.

To those who have never lived through it's turnings and walked it's rocky path, our willingness to give our hearts with the full knowledge it will be broken seems incomprehensible.

Only we know how small price we pay for what we receive; our grief, no matter how powerful it may be, is an insufficient measure of the joy we have been given.

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