Merry 1st Christmas, Mommy Ornament

Merry 1st Christmas, Mommy Ornament

He cut the Xmas lights after taking them down one year before I discarded him. He then repacked them in the box. When we opened the box this year my son and I realized they were all destroyed. Petty and funny. Lol real hard. The one time he bought grocery and Merry 1st Christmas, Mommy Ornament got mad for some reason. Took them out of the frig, put them in a garbage bag, started walking down the street with my dog and other neighbors hood dog following him down the streets. Funny as hell. Tried to bring them back but I would not let him. Someone gave him a TV but it would not fit in my car. Again his temper got the best of him so he tried to break up the TV. Took a long time to do it, but after I heard a long sissing sound. I turned to him and said. I guess that did it. Guess who didn’t have a TV to take to sister’s house (where he was living ). Madness. I do remember some more. But can’t stop laughing. Maybe some other time. Be blessed.

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This last image here is one of my favorites. The golden dog you see there was our family dog who passed away in April. Her story is in September of my first grade, our beloved husky, Rebel (and boy was she one), passed away. I was so heartbroken, I was only 6 at the time but Rebel and I did everything together. So one day my mom is coming back from dropping me off at school and she slams on the breaks and this truck ahead of her slams on his because Lo and behold, there is a small, forlorn puppy with a bungee collar around her neck and some of her paw pads were loose from walking on so much pavement—she was clearly neglected. At the time we already have a few dogs and cats at home (I live on a farm) and so my mom was uncertain if we could take care of her, but the guy with the truck said “I can’t keep her; we’ve got 4 dogs at home and we can’t afford another.” Well, my mom was also born and raised on a farm and loves animals so she said, “I can’t fit her in my car, can you drive her back to my house?” So 10 minutes later this little ~6 month old dog is at our house where we give her fresh food and water and call the vet so she can be checked up. So little old me gets off the Merry 1st Christmas, Mommy Ornament bus that day and what do I see when I enter my laundry room through my garage? A new dog! I wasn’t excited, but confused. Where did this dog come from, I wonder. Are we going to keep her?

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When I got to the house after about a 5 minute ride he let me out. Wow! I wasn’t going to get killed after all. I started to explore – but then I met a nightmare of an experience. Now I knew that smell on the blankets that kept coming back. It was another cat, someone called Velvet. She cornered me in the basement and threw 9 successive paws at me. I didn’t like that as an introduction. That was not a Merry 1st Christmas, Mommy Ornament. The guy separated us and in time I learned I could count on him for help. That black cat – he called it Velvet – just wouldn’t give me a break. For 11 months she kept picking fights and throwing her clawed paws at my face. She made me learn all 5,082 of her household rules, all complete with full sections and sub-sections. I guess I must have done okay, though, as one day we got a new extra litter box and by the 11th month Velvet figured I now had a clue about how to behave.