Day 3 of the 12 Days of Christmas Project!

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Thanks again to injj for bringing our tree to life. This was an UNCLE Christmas ornament project from 2013

The twelve days of Christmas project.

Each day we'll be posting the UNCLE Christmas tree and we'd like
all the cousins to share a memory of Christmas' past as a comment,
 and leave as a present under the tree.

There's nothing like our treasured memories, they're gifts
that will be with us always!

Let us smile with yours!


This is DAY 3 of the 12 days of Christmas!

Comments

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

As before, I'll start it off. I was thinking about my first dog from when I was a kid. She was a German/Belgian Shepherd mix named Bunky..

Anyway Bunk was my constant companion; she was a very playful and intelligent dog. She was about 70 lbs, so not a huge. She loved her toys, especially balls. She even rolled my brother's bowling ball around the den one time, having a great time with it. Luckily she didn't damage anything with it.

Every Christmas we'd get a squeaky toy for Bunky, wrap it and put it under the tree. (her other favorite kind of toy) One night we were down stairs watching TV when we hear 'squeak squeak" coming from the living room. Apparently Bunk, remembering Christmases past, searched out her present and unwrapped it. The toy was in the shape of an ear of corn, and she loved it so much, making it constantly squeak that we'd finally have to take it away from her for some peace.

I still have her last squeaky toy, a silly looking mouse. It's at least 40 years old. Sadly Bunky died from parvovirus when I was away at college, I was devastated.

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

My best mate used to have a dog, called Deefer, who did a weird thing with squeaky toys. For some reason, if you squeaked one, he would take it off you and hide it somewhere. We think he thought we were hurting them.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Hahaha, that funny and very possible it hurt his ears.

My cat Bowie didn't like it when I played my penny whistle. He'd actually come over to me and smack it with his paw. (critics) Yet when I was still in a band and we'd rehearse here with fiddles, flute and the Irish Uilleann pipes, and penny whistle... Bowie would climb up on the couch next to me and go to sleep.

So was that a comment on my playing? lol!

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

Some cats are just picky, lol.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Oh that's the truth. You just made me think of my first cat Jinks. He loved Doritos chips, not the store brand but the actual 'Doritos' brand. If he heard the bag crinkle he'd be there on the arm of the couch like vulture, waiting for his. If I gave him another brand he'd take it from me and then spit it out. Talk about picky. LOL! Thanks for making me remember that. Boy did I love that cat! Still miss him, and Bowie too.