Having successfully put Thanksgiving under our belts, the way is clear, as we head straight on to Xmas. Where we dined yesterday the welcome party were the dogs. These creatures were like the neighbor’s hounds who terrorized Darren McGavin, in that seasonal stalwart, A Christmas Story.
Call me Darren. From the moment I walked in they barked incessantly. When I walked into the other room they followed, barking all the way. Bark-bark-bark. Bark-bark-bark. Bark. Bark. Bark. Bark. Bark. Was I sporting the mark of Cain or something? This went on and on. Eventually, they no longer being the young pups that they once were and now a bit overweight too, were exhausted. The rest of the evening passed quickly before my eyes, as did my life on the drive home.





