Crossing the Finish Line!

Happy post Christmas, blogging friends! How have your holidays been?  I don't know about you, but I ended up running around like a lunatic trying to get everything done. And yesterday, two days after Christmas, I finally got the last of my cards sent. Today two gifts go in the mail for my brothers and their families, and I will officially hobble across the Christmas-finish line. Hurray for me!

I have thought about my blog every single day since I last posted and really wanted to keep it up to date. But that just didn't happen. **Stephanie, thank-you for thinking of us and asking if we were okay!!** 

Last Saturday a friend and I were off to a matinee at the Kennedy Center to see the play, "Come From Away," which tells the true story of 7,000 passengers, who were on their way to different parts of America when the tragedy of 9/11 struck. As the American air space closed, 38 planes were grounded in the Newfoundland community of Gander, a town with only five hundred hotel rooms. My friend and I both loved it, and if you ever get the chance to see it, I highly recommend it!

~Hall of Nations - Kennedy Center~

Back at home, the Barkalot Brothers are still doing what they do best, barking. Abe returned to the vet for yet another glucose curve test, which he failed again. We've tweaked his insulin dose and food again, and next week, he'll go back for another test.

~Abe~

The Foster Home Coordinator has spoken to their previous owner, and the decision has been made to return Abe and George to him. However, the coordinator is adamant about not returning the two until Abe's medication is at its proper dose. This hasn't made *Paul* happy. And while I'll admit that I'm ready for them to leave us, I support the coordinators decision to keep them for a bit longer.

~George, left -- Abe, right~

Moving onto our only girl Sophie. Her appetite is off, and she's been coughing a bit more than I'd like and she's breathing pretty heavily at times too.  Sophie is due to return to the vet in January. I just hope this isn't a sign of the progression of the laryngeal paralysis, or the return of the thyroid cancer she was treated for before she came to us.

~The lovely Sophie~

The rest of our cast of characters are doing pretty well. Knock on wood of course. They're in pretty good spirits too.

~Max~

Well, Todd wasn't for about 5 minutes when he had to do another quick photo shoot for me. 

Another blogger calls these pictures, "The Hat Tax." She says it's a tax "for the costs our beloved dogs incur without contributing financially to the household, so several times per year, usually around holidays, they are required to pay the hat tax."  I am totally embracing this tax, and explained all this to Todd. Being a Scottie, and given that there were lots of treats involved, I think he understood, because in less than 5 minutes he was "paid in full" and the photo session ended.   

It was the same for Rhett. Who I think looks dignified no matter what ridiculous thing I put onto him.

And so with that, it's onto the end of the year!

~Outdoor kitty Gino~