Cats, Dragons, & Christmas--And an Award!

At long last, Christmas morning dawned with a chilly New England half-light. The snow would soon melt, to be replaced by, well, more snow. They say that if you don't like the weather here, just wait fifteen minutes. But none of this matters--because the Scarlet Elvin Creature had come to visit!

I, Buster the Elf-Destroyer, awoke early in anticipation of catching the Crimson Curmudgeon in the act of entering my domain and separating him from his scheming white beard. But alas, he had already arrived and left!



Bailey came down the stairs in her usual "what, me worry?" state, blissfully unconcerned that an Intruder had successfully landed eight reindeer on the roof, slithered down the chimney, and somehow extracted himself from the heat-exchanger of an oil-fired furnace with seven metric tons of gifts.



Then, there was the fearless Sephalumpagus! It's shameful that a Kerry Blue Terrier, direct descendant of Sean O'Callaghanarrghan the Alpha Wolf of Baile an Fheirtéaraigh, should spend her time upon the laps of humans.




Still, one must admit, she tends to get what she wants! If she were human, she would doubtless be blond. Did I say that?




Bailey proceeded to shred everything in sight while the humans bantered.

At some point, she tired of exercising her incisors and just settled in for some tissue-diving.



Then, something extraordinary happened! I discovered that the Vile Elf had left a disciple to wreak havoc and destroy Western Civilization. And it was enormous, with a confident feline arrogance. Immediately, I fell in love.



I had met a foe equal to my skills in tooth-to-tooth combat! I set about the difficult task of taking out the Giant Cat...

It was about that time that the dragon arrived.



Did I say "dragon?" It was ferocious and, well, BLUE!




Bailey, on the other hand, had no problems with my new nemesis. She has no taste in choosing her playmates.

She finally settled into her accustomed perch on the back of the sofa. Oftentimes, she succumbs to a dissociative disorder and thinks she is a cat. The horror!




Stage Two of Bailey's procession toward Somnolence led her to the chair...



Which led inexorably to Stage Three: OBLIVION.



Well, that was Christmas. Sorry it took so long to get this posted, but my Webmaster-with-the-Opposable-Thumbs was "otherwise engaged" (e.g. incorrigibly disregarding my most urgent entreaties to get off her posterior and earn her keep) and all I could do was bark and shred things. Oh, I DID eviscerate that cat! One of my better works, if I may say so.


Just after Christmas, Sue and her seaworthy fleet of Portuguese Water Dogs honored us with a really cool award for scribbling on all fours. It looks like this--




--and we were deeply touched to receive it! As with most awards, it came with the onerous responsibility to pass it on to folks whose blogs we read with enjoyment and great anticipation.

Of course, there are rules.

We'd rather invent our own, but it's kinda like, when you accept the Nobel Prize, you've gotta dress up and follow the protocol.

We'd rather howl at the moon, but on the other hand, we really want to show our appreciation to Sue and her Porties and those other blogging dogs we'd like to give this award to...

So...here are the rules:


Each Superior Scribbler must in turn pass The Award on to 5 most deserving Bloggy Friends.

Each Superior Scribbler must link to the author and the name of the blog from whom she/he has received The Award.

Each Superior Scribbler must display The Award on her/his blog, and link to This Post, which explains The Award.

Each Blogger who wins The Superior Scribbler Award must visit This Post and add her/his name to the Mr Linky List. That way,we'll be able to keep up-to-date on everyone who receives This Prestigious Honor!

Each Superior Scribbler must post these rules on her/his blog.

Now... (drum roll!)...Here are my nominees:

The Extraordinary 'Splorin Wolfies of the Fundy Shore

Woo...Hooooo !! We just love watching sight-hounds careen across the moors of serene Annapolis Valley, where the sun is low on the horizon and one expects Anne of Green Gables to pull up any minute in a carriage wearing a fashionable bonnet! Okay, so we Southerners can't distinguish Prince Edward Island from the Bay of Fundy, but we love the Wolfies and Groucho the Rogue Afghan!

Clive, the Cutest Dog in Dublin
and his awesome sidekick, Murray!

We could stare into Clive's face all day! And his adventures in Dublin's Fair City keep us tuned to his blog every time we log on.

Noah & his Maties, Willow, Tess, Lucy, Denise & Bryan
in that wondrous place where summer reigns
and the mountains are blue.

We often wonder what life would be like in the Land of Wombats and Platypuses, where people walk upside down, and where 'dales are allowed to congregate in groups of two or more without being declared terrorists. D & B's adventures with four 'dales and a B & B are better reading than any account of the Seven Years War. We're still digging our tunnel to the Blue Mountains!

Stanley & Stella, Emperor & Empress of the Republic of Gooberstan

Gooberstan is definitely a State of Mind, reputedly on the border of Kansas and Pandemonium. We love watching Stanley and Stella re-enact daily the choreographed pas-de-deux between Inspector Clouseau and Cato.

Maggie & Mitch, the Airedales
who frequent Sleeping Giant State Park
and its adjacent ice cream paradise--Wentworth's!

Maggie & Mitch have rich inner lives, reflected in a passion for artistry--which includes stuffed animals, barns, paintings, fine woodworking, and all the things that touch the human heart. They are indeed precious!

Okay--I gotta go! My new buddy, MegaCat, just got sewn up by some concerned human, and I must repair the damage.

Happy New Year!

Your faithful friend,

Buster