Thursday, December 23, 2010

Lessons Learned?

Dog Blog Post #181: You would think Henry would have learned his lesson after he got his head stuck in the metal baby gate a few months ago.

Apparently not, as he happily fell asleep with his head stuffed under the sofa skirt.

(Let's hope this is not a sign of things to come.)

Speaking of Lessons and Learning...

I'm gearing up to write this year's Training Goals and Resolutions, based on Henry's very own personal Canine Curriculum

(hmmm... guess I need to write that up as well!)

Yes, I know, I still have a week until New Years Eve, but the list is important so I want to take my time and get it right.

It's strange the twists and turns the fates throw at you. Reading over last years Goals and Resolutions, which made up the inaugural post of this blog, it's hard to imagine the road we ultimately traveled.

Fate has a funny way of changing things, doesn't it?

I hope the fates smile down upon us all this coming year, and spin our way with a gentler hand than was used this year now passing.

I hope Henry grows up healthy and happy, and that he and Uncle Zachary build a friendship that will last a lifetime.

I hope everyone enjoys a safe and joyous holiday.

I'm going to try to make the Saturday Pet Blogger Hop, but if not, then Merry Christmas to all!


24 Paws of Love said...

I can agree with you about fate. Seems like what I think should happen is never what I really need. The courses I have taken and the lessons I have learnt have all happened when I least expect it or by a strange twist of fate.

Hope you have a Merry Christmas as well!

Love that picture!!

greygirl25 said...

That pup of yours is the cutest thing ever.

I had to go back and find out about Beau. He was so beautiful and elegant. I am ever so glad that Henry came into your life.

We have lost more hounds than most people have dogs in their lifetimes. The heartbreak never goes away, but our hearts grow and are filled with a new love.

I think Henry is just that new love.

Happy holidays to you and yours and big wet sloppy kisses from the greyhounds.