The Holiday season is certainly upon us. Last night Bert was at the grocery store and what to his wondering eyes should appear but a carton of eggnog (but no tiny reindeer). Deciding that after years of not drinking eggnog, this year might be the year that I would be converted, last night I poured myself half a glass complete with rum (in the absence of brandy). It was ok but too sweet to have more than a couple of sips. The rest I put in the fridge for a later date.

This morning we awoke to the soft sound of falling snow, the first of the season. Although the weather is too warm for much accumulation above slush, the first snow truly does herald in the holiday spirit. Bert walked the dog in the snow this morning, soaking up the signs of winter. When he got back he decided that the dog should join in the fun and so dribbled some eggnog over the dogs food.

Meeka (the dog) didn’t seem to need much encouragement to enjoy the season though, I opened the back door and she tore out onto the deck, skidding in the wet snow and sliding into the fence. She carried this excitement back inside where she ran up and down the hallway dragging her rather sad looking rope toy behind her. She kept tripping over the trailing rope which was ever so cute.

Then I went to the fridge.

Then I noticed the glass of eggnog and rum

Then I noticed that it only had a tiny bit left in it

Then I asked Bert where he got the dogs eggnog from

Then he said he found it in a half-empty glass

Then we realized that we got our dog drunk…and before 9am!