I was looking through some old photos recently and came across this old one of my dog Ginger. Ginger is no longer with us, but I still have some great pics of her sweet little face. This one struck me not only because of her expression, but also because of the bows. No, I didn't put bows in my dog's ears on a regular basis. I would take her to the groomer before the holidays and she always came back looking frilly and cute - with bows. It was always a test to see how long those bows would last before she shook her head enough or tried to pull them out with her paws. Taking Ginger to the groomer was an event. She was okay as long as we got in the car and headed north, because that meant she was on her way to see my parents and her favorite person - Grandpa. But if we headed west, there were only two options: the vet and the groomer. She wasn't a fan of either.
So for the seventh day of Christmas, I dug out this picture of my Christmas pup for our daily carol and code:
- I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day but Wouldn't Leave my House (F40.00, Agoraphobia, unspecified).