THE (SOMEWHAT) ANNUAL CRITTER CHRISTMAS PHOTO SHOOT!
I grabbed my antlers and cell phone and headed out to
Irish was, as always resigned.
Irish: What do you mean I'm too close? I have to get the cookies before Princess Greedy Guts take them all.
Irish: This is the best you're going to get.
Me: I'll take it!
Carmen: I heard that there were cookies.
Carmen: Back up? Why would I do that? The cookies are here.
Carmen: Okay, I'll trust you but make it fast. Also, don't give any to the dog behind me.
Guinness: What? No. It's beneath my dignity as head of security.
Guinness: Mom, this is so dumb. I'll be laughed out of the Farm Dogs Guild.
Ripley: I'm a guest. I'm pretty sure that makes me exempt.
Ripley: This is not my idea of fun. I can't even look at you right now. I'm telling Dad.
Ripley: Well I guess I look pretty good.
Willow: this is new. I think it' brings out my eyes.
Willow: Make it quick. My patience is fading fast.
I know it's silly. But when I look back on the previous cards I smile at the fond memories of my beloved animals. Many of whom are not here anymore. At least not physically anyway.
Merry Christmas from all of us at Oakfield Farm. I hope you have the holiday you want.