Well, it is that time of year, again. You know, the over the river and through the woods to grandmother’s house thing. Unfortunately, the closest thing to woods I see is a forest of semi-trucks at the rest areas. Cooped up in our Jeep for 14 hours (longer if the weather is bad) is not my idea of a fun time, but the destination is worth it.
Sadly, this year, there is only one grandmother’s house to visit. MorMor, my Swedish grandmother in Connecticut, passed away this year. She hated to be called Grandma. She always looked forward to seeing me (even more than my owners). Her house was where I got skunked for the first time. I didn’t get the memo that she fed the local critters to keep food waste out of the landfill. I will miss MorMor’s ear-to-ear smile.
At Grandma’s, my Irish grandmother in New York, I will see my “cousin” Boomer, the golden retriever, and Lucy, Grandma’s cat. Fortunately, most of my fur has grown back from surgery so they won’t laugh too much at me. I like Grandma’s house because it usually takes her a couple of days to remember I eat the cat’s food.
So as the year draws to a close, enjoy the holiday season and your time with family. The boss and I would like to thank all of our customers for their support during our first year of business. We are getting ready for this winter’s boat shows and are anxious to showcase our expanded line of products and listening to what additional products people would like to see from us.
I suggested a flying dog park to avoid the Jeep rides, but the boss says that will have to wait.
Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays and Happy New Year!