If Santa left them on the plate, how can we blame the dog? Until next time, Good day, and good dog!
Sorry, couldn’t resist! Until next time, Good day, and good dog!
Happy holidays, friends! The past couple of months have admittedly been a blur, filled with a whole lot of extra work hours, house buying stuff (we close the week after next!), and general holiday craziness. Robbie leaves the day after Christmas for the band’s New Year’s run and I haven’t even started wrapping gifts (or packing our house up), which is so ridiculous it’s comical. This is actually the first time ever that I was finished shopping an entire week before Christmas, but aside from that, I’m a hot holiday mess. We also have Essley’s birthday on the 28th, mine on January 1st, and Emmett’s on January 9th. It’s a very busy time around here (as I’m sure it is for you as well!), but as long as we stay heathy this year (because last year we sure didn’t), I’m fine with that. Busy holiday seasons are the best, honestly.
Essley’s excitement level about Christmas day is off the charts. Emmett doesn’t quite get it yet, but he knows that Santa is coming. I have always loved the holiday season, but having these too has made my affinity increase exponentially. I cannot wait to see their faces when they wake up on the 25th.
I will be taking my annual break from the blog to spend time with my family and catch up on non-work things, starting today. I’ll be stopping in next week for a post, but we won’t officially be back until after the New Year. I’m sure I’ll still be active on Instagram (because I’m sure I’d, like, combust if I wasn’t on social media for an entire, like, 10 days), so in the meantime, you can come hang with me over there.
However you celebrate (or don’t celebrate!), and whatever your plans may be, I wish you the happiest of holidays!
P.S. If you are doing any very last minute shopping for your little ones, we got our kids several wonderful items from this roundup of kids’ holiday gifts that make a difference in the world.
Ugly Christmas Sweater Day LOL Until next time, Good day, and good dog!
This is a great story! Full of great information. My pit bull has always been good with cats. He even snuggles with my parents cats lol. I'm glad your pitty Was able to get used to the cats. I love happy endings! Especially when pit bulls are involved! Keep spreading the good word of pit bulls!
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You guys are well aware by now of my deep, unwavering love for all things avocado. And you’re probably also aware of the fact that when it comes to avocados, guacamole tops my list. I mean, I could consume guacamole in some form for pretty much every meal. But I realized recently that I don’t seem to see it quite as often on menus during the wintertime, and I don’t eat it as much at home this time of year either. And while I get it (the winter months aren’t exactly prime avocado season), I don’t think the goodness of guacamole should be forgotten during the colder months. So I decided to whip together a winter-inspired guacamole that I could start eating on the cold weather regular. It also had to be something I could quickly prepare and serve to my family on Christmas and to friends for the New Year when things are hectic. Oh, and for game day parties too. Basically, I needed a more wintery version of guac to become my go-to for this time of year, and it had to be simple and fast. So I played around with some different wintery food additions, and what I came up with was so delicious that I just had to share.
1 package Wholly Guacamole Classic Dip
1 pear, cut into cubes
1/4 cup pomegranate seeds
Peel and cube the pear, and set aside. Remove seeds from the pomegranate, and set aside. (To seed a pomegranate, score the fruit lightly, pull apart into halves, submerge in water, push down edges, and hit back of each half with a spoon, allowing the seeds to fall into the water. It’s actually really easy.) Combine the pear and pomegranate with Wholly Guacamole Classic Dip in a serving bowl. Squeeze half a lime over the top, add a little salt, top with a few pomegranate seeds, and serve! It’s super easy and so yummy.
This guacamole looks really pretty and so festive, but it tastes incredible too. The pear gives it a subtle sweetness and great texture, and the pomegranate seeds give it a wonderful tartness. I like to eat it with tortilla chips, but it’s great with crackers too. And despite the fact that avocados can be slim pickings this time of year, this guac is incredibly fresh tasting – thanks to the Wholly Guacamole. You guys have heard me sing their praises before, when I used their Classic Dip for a summertime watermelon feta guac dip, or when I made a guacamole pizza back in January. Their guacs are super fresh, gluten free, preservative free, and kosher, and are made with hand-scooped Hass Avocados. They are genuinely delicious, and as good as (maybe even better than) homemade. They are our favorite, whether we enjoy them right out of the package or fancy them up in different recipes. The Classic Dip is amazing, as is the Spicy. I’m a big fan.
If you make this winter take on classic guac, let me know what you think!
This post is in partnership with Wholly Guacamole. Thank you for supporting the brands that help make Bubby and Bean possible.
The stream runs in a soft trickle over the sandstone. It doesn’t babble like any old New England brook. This is an Appalachian creek, best pronounced “crick” for the little crickety sound that it makes as it journeys down the hollow.
The minnows and crayfish dart among the stones. No bass or crappie or walleye or sauger can make its way this far up in the hills. The shallow water is a refuge from the predatory fish, and thus the little fish and “crawlcrabs” are safe from those predatory lips.
But when night falls in the hollow, the shallow water’s security features become a pretty bad liability.
In the veil of darkness, the old boar ‘coon that dens in the old white oak that has grown thick and strong on a little rise on the creek bank is leaves his day rest and saunters down to the water.
He has done this maneuver many times, and he knows which holes hold the most minnows and crayfish. So he doesn’t go splashing the water like a maniac. He goes deliberately, wetting his feet only when he knows he is likely to put his hand-like paws into the water and catch a little midnight snack.
He finds his first hole and wades into the trickle of water. He reaches his forepaws into the creek, feeling and feeling with his fingers for the quarry.
Five minutes of feeling around and a big crayfish falls into his hands. The raccoon savors his nice little meal and then thrusts his paws back into the water. He catches a minnow. He devours it.
The old boar comes to hand fish in the creek every night, except for those days of frigid winter, when the ice clogs up the creek and all wise raccoons stay up in their tree dens.
In late winter, the scent of estrus from the sow raccoons draws him to wander and occasionally wage war on the other boars that come calling, and in the autumn, he mixes up his seafood dinners with a few corn patch raids and sorties through the oak lots for acorns.
And in summer, when the wild raspberries grow black on the thorn bushes, he goes slinking along the berry patches, filling his jaws with a little sweet fruit of the land.
But he is a crick coon by trade. He knows the crayfish and the minnows, and when the rains fill the creek bed and allow the odd sucker or redhorse to come swimming up his way, he tries his hand at catching a few of those, too.
Maybe he’ll get caught raiding a corn patch someday. Or maybe the baying hounds will tree him. Or maybe an upstart young boar will fill the creek bank with enough upper cuts and growling churrs to topple the old man.
But for now, the old boar will hold his own along the trickling crick. The snow will fall, and the summer heat will swelter.
But his night will be spent on the quest for minnows and crayfish. His kind is named Procyon, perhaps for the star that shines brightly above him on those clear nights when the barred owl’s calls are clear and piercing and the moon casts silver beams upon the skeleton trees.
He never looks up though. The stars and their courses mean little to a beast that goes nose down sniffing the creek banks. Feeling hands and quivering nose are how he makes his way in the world.
And he does it well.
From the AKC Royal Canin National Dog Show in Orlando this weekend: GCH CH Unity’s Maid an Entrance CGC, a Weimaraner known as “Gali” triumphed over more than 1,200 puppies and junior dogs to earn the title of AKC Royal Canin National All-Breed Junior of the Year, held today in Orlando, Fla. “Gali,” owned by […]