Dancing with the Kerries--and Christmas!

Blog Buddies-- It's your friend Gracie back again. I've been here with Buster and Bailey for four and a half months now, and I've NEVER seen anything like this! This big tree just kinda plopped itself in the corner of the living room, and there's stuff glowing... The folks are talking in whispers, and Uncle Buster keeps giving me that "Kid, you'll see!" look. Ms. Bailey is running around half-crazed.




Mom has dressed me up in this silly elf-collar...what's an "elf?" ... Ms. Bailey is decked out in red, sporting her prominent gray beard. Keeps blathering about "subordinate clauses." I really think she has a dangling participle somewhere.



Monsieur l'Ecureuil lunatique keeps diving into the bird-feeder, performing acrobatics. Uncle Buster says that the passing of the Winter Solstice (what's that?) makes people and animals downright weird.



I occupy myself by chewing on my favorite stick in the back yard. Then Ms. Bailey says, "So you think you can dance?"

I think I can!

Meanwhile, Wendy Woodpecker is creating all kinds of commotion outside, and the humans keep whispering about "sandy claws." I promised them I'd stop digging up the septic tank!

Uncle Buster just grins and and looks at me in his avuncular fashion. As if to say that HE knows something that I don't!

I'll let you know what happens! I think it's one of those April-Fool things, but in December.

Buster keeps muttering, "Lucia's back! Lucia's back!" The dog is obviously twitterpated (that's a Bailey word...I'm not sure what it means, but it seems to fit).

More later,

Your friend,

Gracie