Saturday morning, there were two adoptions on the weekly board. By evening there were seven. This is all the cheer I need to make my holiday bright.
“What if Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store. What if Christmas…perhaps…means a little bit more!”
~ Dr. Seuss
But, try as we might to empty the kennels before Christmas Eve, there are always new recruits.
Darbee snagged the coveted office dog spot, which makes her Judy’s (current) favorite.
This adorable little girl looks like a cross between a Golden and a Corgi with a little Basset Hound rolled in for good measure.
Yule was a stray, rescued from the shelter. Part Golden, part Great Pyrenees.
Scared and very thin, his wary face turned to smiles in Maria’s hands (which means she found a way out of gardening chores!)
The rains have turned our garden and walking paths to lakes and mud, but after three years of drought, no one is complaining. The rice field next door once again supports migrating geese and herons.
And the bees were enjoying the last of the roses and the blooming Ceanothus on a late, warm, December day.
Nature’s Yuletide decorations cannot be beat.