Merry Christmas

Yesterday we had a wonderful Christmas day and the dogs were really good. It was a smaller group than usual, just eight of us: Ken and me, his parents, one of his sisters and her husband, and another brother and his girlfriend. The married children (son and nieces) all had other commitments and did not travel to Wooster this year.

As usual, when people came to the door, both dogs had to bark and act generally crazy. Ken put Rudy on a leash and I held Emme for the first few minutes. Then we let them go to say hello. Both dogs went from visitor to visitor to get petted and then they settled down quickly (the dogs, not the visitors). The rest of the day, Rudy and Emme were on their best behavior. There were presents and food all over the house. Neither dog got into anything they shouldn't. They visited, got played with, and most of all, got petted. They didn't steal any presents, eat any "people" food or knock over any drinks. They couldn't have been better behaved.

After the family left, the dogs both laid down on the rug and fell asleep. They were absolutely exhausted. Being good is a hard job and yesterday they did it well.