Happy New Year!

Or as we say in our house: Lang May Yer Lum Reek!

The neighbours have been shooting up fireworks all evening. Edward goes to the window to see what's going on, but he doesn't seem afraid. Let's hope it will go well at midnight.

Merry Christmas!

William is here

Yesterday our son William came home for Christmas. Edward had not seen him since he was a tiny puppy, so we wondered if he would recognize him. We think he did, for he was more hyper than we've ever seen him.
Edward heard the car coming, and took up his usual place by the window in the hall, where he has a full view of everything that's happening. When he saw William, he began to whinge and wail, while his tail wagged frantically. He could not stand still, but ran around himself in circles.
When William came in, Edward suddenly became a little scared. A big young man who threw himself around his neck was almost too much of a good thing, so he piddled a little bit on the floor.
Finally they both calmed down, and we had a quiet evening around the coffee table, where Edward showed off all of his tricks, hoping to get some bites of "smultring".
For the remainder of the evening, Hubby and I were apparently reduced to a part of the furniture. Edward took no notice of us at all, but followed William like a shadow wherever he went.
It will be very nice for him to have a brother and friend around at Christmas.

Christmas Preparations

We really look forward to our first Christmas with Edward in the house. He will probably be the one with the most presents under the tree this year. If he continues to be good, of course ...

Sometimes you get these very funny situations with dogs, and you almost wonder if they understand what you say. That happened one day when Edward was running aroud and playing wildly in the kitchen. He wasn't well behaved at all, I'm afraid. "What are you going to say to Santa, Eddie?" I asked. "When he comes and asks if you have been a good boy." He skidded to a halt and sat down abruptly. His back was so upright he almost tilted backwards. And then he gently gave me his paw. Aww, wouldn't that melt a mother's heart? We got a good laugh too.

Obviously, Edward will have to get his own Christmas stocking, and Husfruen has challenged her knitting skills, and actually managed to produce a sock - with his name and all. It will be filled with dog treats and hung on the mantel piece.

Edward has also discovered another of Christmas' pleasures - baking! Our Norwegian version of donuts proved to be a real hit. I think they might even challenge bacon pancakes as his favorite food.