It's hard to believe Christmas 2007 is already here. I mean, where'd 2007 even go? Fffffft and there it went.
Cuervo is amped up. He senses we're getting ready to go somewhere. Which, we are. But it's really fascinating how a pet just knows something is up. Animal intuition?
We're getting out of dodge and going up north for some r & r and taking Cuervo with us. Actually our Christmas getaway is just as much for him as it is us. If not more.
We rent a secluded cabin on 10 acres next to State land about 5 hours up north near Chrystal Mountain and a short hop from Traverse City. On a clear night nothing but stars and the sound of snow falling.
We go x-country skiing far away from the noise and hustle-bustle. And Cuervo gets a chance to really stretch his legs and run like crazy. Way out in the woods and the only sounds you hear are the swoosh of the skis on the crunchy snow and the jingle bells of Cuervo's collar up around the bend.
A little imagination and you can swear you hear Santa's sleigh jingling in the near distance if you didn't know it was actually Cuervo.
Going up north, especially this time of year with the snow, really is an ideal opportunity to reflect on things. Clear out the 'ole head a little, breathe in some fresh, northern country air, get some great exercise and reflect on this year and look ahead to a new year.
And do some serious romping in the snow with Cuervo. He is no-bout-a-doubt-it a snowdog.
It's 2008 already. Dayum.
Mom was right. When I was younger I remember her saying "if you think time flies now, just wait until you get alot older it really flies by." Now I know exactly what she meant. It's crazy fast.
I think just about every adult over 40 will tell you time flies. Those over 50 and then 60 tell you it goes by even faster. How can that be?
How fast does time fly? That's a great question for another time.
Anyhoo, Merry Christmas to you and a happy, happy new year. I hope 2008 ROCKS.
I'll be talking with you again next year. Cuervo and I thank you for stopping by.
Cheers \_/
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