Happy St. Patrick’s Day, pooches!!
Our pack has been planning our celebration today for several days. We spent yesterday afternoon in the kitchen our our treats for today. Unfortunately, the fickle weather threw a wrench in our plans for today.
We awoke this morning to overcast skies, cold temperatures, and occasional spits of snow. I muttered. Starlight groaned. We had thought spring was here for good. NOT!
My manservant, ever the faithful manservant that he is, dismissed our dismay and said the cold weather “was no hill for a climber” and that he fully intended to celebrate this day. His optimism was heartening for Starlight and me so we agreed to gather in front of a crackling fire in the fireplace and revise our plans.
Much to our surprise, my manservant suggested that we take an early excursion to my school park, then return to our den and hold our festivities inside. Starlight and I agreed and we all loaded into the Hybridmobile (which purred in Gaelic) and headed to my park.
Pooches, it was cold but we persevered and strolled off the pavement, spending half an hour sniffing and chasing ducks and geese. About the time Starlight and I were tiring, my manservant said his Achilles thing-a-ma-bob was bothering him. He suggested we go ahead and mosey back to our den and begin preparations for the celebration.
After our return, Starlight and I tended the fire while my manservant busied himself in the kitchen. It wasn’t long before my manservant brought our fare in the den and we sat on the floor in front of a roaring fire. Pooches, it doesn’t get any better: corned beef, cabbage, colcannon, and scones with a wee bit of Guinness to wash it all down! Woo hoo!
Our bellies are full and I’ve sent Starlight out to fetch some more firewood. As the weather is still cold and dreary our plans are to read and snooze by the fire the rest of the day.
Ireland forever, pooches!!