Happy Herman's Hideaway

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Bed, Bird And Beyond

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Hello, my San Saba friends, and by the time you are reading this, it will be the first week of December! Yep, we will be having visions of sugar plum fairies dancing in our heads, although I really have no idea what those are and would be tempted to hit myself in the noggin with a fly swatter to stop their ballet! I am quite sure store clerks will quite feel like playing Frisbee with all the elves on the shelves, calling the dog catcher on Snoopy in Santa hats and returning all the Tigger’s and Pooh Bears to zoos! I would bet anything, when the loud speaker plays “Have a Holly Jolly Christmas,” the store workers will grow fangs, sprout hair and become Christmas gorillas! Yeah, the season has been a bit too long for them.

Speaking of the season, I got another early Christmas gift, and it was a treat mom hoped I would not devour. Mom bought me a new bed! I barked my head off when it arrived because the box was enormous, and I have this thing about new stuff coming into our house. Anyhow, the bed looks just like our couches, only it is a miniature version and sits on the floor. I hate to admit it, but I love and adore it! I have had many beds in my almost five years on this planet, and I have destroyed them all - eaten the stuffing right out of them, attacked them as if they were my enemy. This one I love, lie in as I do the parental’s couches and find it comfortable and spa like. Is it rude to find it irritating mom knows me so well?

Early this week, mom said she heard a bird chirping really loudly. I smiled at her, licked her hand and told her it was just the bats in her belfry sending her a message. A little while later, dad looks up, and there was a bird flying around our living room! The poor little thing was so disoriented as it saw all mom’s brightly colored paintings, but was confused by the ceiling fan and other weird things, and terrified because I began barking. It flew down the hall and into mom’s bedroom. Dad opened the back door, told me to shut up (like that was going to happen), went into mom’s room to try to wrangle the bird out of there, back into the living room and out the back door. Umm, I started to tell dad that birds were not like horses; they do not use their legs to maneuver through rooms. But before I could even speak, the bird was back in the living room and on our fireplace mantel. He was so cute, but so frightened! He did end up flying out the back door, and we were so glad. But we sure did enjoy his visit.

You know what, my San Saba dears, I considered the bird a Christmas gift. As silly as it may sound, he brought a special joy to my heart. It was so special to hear his voice, to share a moment with him, see his beauty even if he wasn’t where he belonged. It was such an honor. I believe the moments we have in life are never accidents, but to be cherished. I love you so much, and I hope you soak up your life like biscuits soak up gravy. Until next we speak, have a wonderful time. Thank you for being!