Thank You Hamish Macbeth

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This is Hamish Macbeth- I was lucky enough to become his Mommy  just before Halloween in 2014.

I almost named him Boris Karloff in honor of the season and one of my favorite actors but he actually responded to the name Hamish Macbeth- so Hamish he is.

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2014 was not a good year for me for a variety of reasons- one being I suffer from depression and even though I had begun counseling and medication that stuff doesn’t kick in right away so I was struggling.

And why not throw the Holidays into that mess just to make things a little bit harder?

I was lucky. I had help swoop in just before the first fake trees hit the Mall.

The thing that saved me from really having a hard situation become an intolerable one was my  dog.

He was a  12 week old Chocolate Lab Puppy with ( then ) yellow cat’s eyes.

Hamish was this very serious little puppy when I first brought him home. But within a month his personality exploded and he became outgoing, friendly, engaging goofy and scary smart.

He just couldn’t get enough of the world and the people and things in it.

So I got to watch this little bundle of joy take to the world around him with unbridled enthusiasm and energy and curiosity- and I was lucky enough to be there when it happened.

So I went along for the ride an it was just before Christmas.

Here are some of Hamish’s first Christmas pictures- it just seems right to put this post and these pictures up now because I think Hamish is what the holidays SHOULD be about.

Puppies make Christmases perfect!

Hamish wanted in on the Christmas Wrapping fun, so my nieces wrapped him up- which he proudly wore until the tape got warm and the paper fell off.

My niece, my Mom and ” Baby Hamish”

Luis and Hamish- quite the handsome pair!

 

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Christmas Special (2017) Writing Prompt #14 – Best Christmas present

 

Ode To Hamish

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I wanted to find a series of pictures of my dog, Hamish Macbeth looking evil or wicked and I totally struck out.

Hamish is a happy, silly adventurous soul so I’m out of luck in that department.

However, he is a ham so here’s a few snapshots of

Hamish Macbeth looking sly.

Sort of.

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The Christmas Tree That Almost Wasn’t

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I haven’t done the tree thing for awhile.

This year I did it and do you know what feeling came over me as I started to decorate it?

Stringing lights is a punishment job. It’s like the tree’s revenge on you for taking it’s life. It’s tedious, it’s boring, it’s just POINTLESS. Around and around you go and then the lights are up and you don’t get a medal for a job well done. Everyone in the WORLD gets a participation award for doing stuff.

Is there one for stringing lights?

No there is not.

To make it worse I have a fake tree and I didn’t even get that Christmas tree smell on my hands. My hands smelled like plastic.

Oh JOY.

Good thing I wasn’t listening to the Trans Siberian Orchestra. I may have been swept up in the music and just pitched the tree with the light string from Hell over my deck to the dark grounds below.

Eventually I got the lights up and I got the decorations on and as I stood there wondering who I could bribe to take it down and pack it away after Christmas my dog, Hamish Macbeth, sniffed the tree, his tail went crazy- when he’s really happy he spins his tail in circles and then he licked a few ornaments which ‘accidently’ ended up in his mouth and after he spit them back out into my hand he stretched out next to the Tree That Almost Wasn’t and took a little nap:

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In fact, he seems to like the tree. He camps out there with his toys and when I come home at night he runs from it to me, like he’s showing me this cool thing that showed up one day and isn’t it great?

” It’s still here! ” I think Hamish is saying.

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I’m not counting down the days until the Tree comes down, I’m not thinking about bribing anyone to take it down after Christmas.

I’m thinking my dog loves this thing- and I’m wondering how he will feel when it’s gone.

I wish I could explain to him we’ll have another one next year.

With lights. Lots of lights.

Darn it.

amm

The Christmas Tree Tiara of Shame

 

I spent six dollars on the Christmas Tree Tiara that my dog wore for 2 seconds.

TWO SECONDS.

We took a half dozen pictures and only 2 didn’t look a dark brown apparition was trying to leap out of the picture to freedom and beyond.

Right after the camera clicked for what would be the final shot, Hamish tossed is head back, the Tiara flew up into the air he caught it and then he tried to eat it.

As I pried the sparkly Tiara from his jaws I became determined in that moment when it felt like Hamish hocked up a quart of spit all over my hand to make sure

THE CHRISTMAS TREE TIARA OF SHAME is used over and over and over again.

Why? Because I am like that…so here it is…the beginning of the many adventures of

The Christmas Tree Tiara of Shame.

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Here the Devilish Sparkler claims it’s first victim:

Hamish Macbeth

 

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Two days later The Christmas Tree Tiara of Shame claims it’s  second victim:

Micey The Cat

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I got it on Micey, he sat there, I took his picture and that night Micey barfed on my carpet.

I think that Micey won that one.

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The Season has yet to begin and the Christmas Tree Tiara of Shame has struck twice.

Beware.

amm