I'm not much of a holiday person. In fact, it wouldn't be a stretch to call me Scrooge or Grinch on the holidays.
I roll my eyes every time I see ridiculously overly decorated homes. I don't put up a tree, but I'll decorate the house a bit with lights, holiday colors and candles.
Rather than run around rushing to get things decorated, cards sent and gifts piled and wrapped, I keep things pretty simple and try to stay grounded rather than rushed and exasperated.
Instead of a tree, I'll find some fun flowers and fill our rooms with a few bouquets of holiday inspired flowers. Not to mention they are a heck of a lot easier to take down and toss away over any tree.
While I don't fuss over a lot of decorations, I do like gifts. Who wouldn't? Even Buddha gets on his holiday cheer as a stocking holder.
"Hm. I detect a fat guy was here. He smells like a bottle of Cote de Rhone."
It seems Santa runs his operation on a 3-strike policy. Juno had two strikes going into Christmas week: another trashcan mishap and stealing and consuming a whole frozen 500 gram meat sausage. It seems she made it by the hair of her chinny-chin-chin.
"Well Santa certainly has good taste in gifts and nommys. This is a whole basted ham bone!"
"I got one too Princess!"
I guess Santa wasn't too pissed off at Loki's recent holiday indignities: peeing on Frosty and barking at Pere Noel.
"That was so not Pere Noel Mom. I had to make sure he wasn't impersonating the real dude like that Grinch fella in the horror movie!"
"Besides I think Pere Noel likes to keep my chompers in tip top shape so I can watch his back. That's why he gives me this delicious nommy bone."
"Dude, you are so delusional. Pere Noel gave both bones to meeeee! I'm just feeling generous today and letting you have one."
"Liar! Liar! Jodhpurs on fire, Juno! This bone has my name on it!"
"Santa can you bring him a muzzle next time?"
After gift giving, we went for a walk on the Trout Trail.
Mr. Wild Dingo and the dogs pose at NitNot Bridge.
After the walk, I decided to tackle my very first challenging recipe, Boeuf Borguignon. I've never been much of a foodie, and until recently, I haven't really had time to learn how to cook interesting meals. Now that I am cooking, I'm actually eating so much healthier and snacking less. So by the time the first bite hits my mouth after hours of preparing and not eating junk, it feels like heaven.
Braising is my new sport. Anything braised is better. These are miniature onions going into the Boeuf Borguignon and they were amazing.
After five challenging hours, here is the final dish. Sadly it took only 20 minutes to eat. But Mr. Wild Dingo said I outdid myself. Which is a big deal since he's also not a foodie. Not to mention he's bit stingy on compliments.
Of course the dogs partake in the holiday celebration as well and supervise Mr. Wild Dingo preparing their bowls.
Patience... "You are a cruel man Pop for making us wait."
Juno, the ever competitive husky, always checks out Loki's dish to make sure she wasn't gyped.
"Pop gave me more boeuf than you Big Boy. He likes me way better than you."
"I'm not looking Cupcake! Nom. Nom. Nom..."
I also had a birthday this week. And after swearing we'd never get another one, this is what Mr. Wild Dingo got me for my birthday:
Happy Birthday to me! A Mini Cooper Clubman, S-model baby! Because why would you get anything but an S?
Before we found out we were moving here, I wanted to turn in my Mini convertible for a Clubman because the convertible was horrible for dogs. But Mr. Wild Dingo adamantly said no. Then when we found out we were coming here, he said no again because this is Switzerland and everything is more expensive here. Then he tried to use the excuse that expat wives here didn't have cars. Can you believe that Internet? Finally he gave in to letting me get a car but told me to look for a car in the $8K range. Do you see what I have to live with Internet?
Then something occured to us. There wasn't a whole lot of options for the size of our garage. We needed a car for the dogs, but anything that would be good for the dogs would NOT fit length-wise or height-wise into the garage. The station wagon (they call them "breaks" here) that we were driving wouldn't fit into the garage at all. And shorter SUV type cars were too tall to clear the garage door.
The dogs fit in nicely with a bit of room to spare. Loki is a bit unsure of the new car so he moves next to Juno for some emotional support. "Move over Big Boy, you're crowdin' my jodhpurs!"
So when Mr. Wild Dingo saw some Mini Clubman's for sale we went and looked and bought one the same day. He told me it was my birthday gift. Can you believe that Internet? He tried to get out of giving me a proper Birthday gift. So I reminded him that I was forced to sell my other beloved Mini because he dragged me kicking and screaming to Switzerland and I would have not needed a car if it wasn't for that. And that it should be a replacement car, not a birthday gift. Then he reminded me that he also had bought me my Mini convertible. The rat. So for Christmas I gave him a gift card.
I know what you're thinking. Feel free to send him an email letting him know how lucky he is to have such a generous wife.
Despite our Grinchy-spirit, everyone at Wild Dingo wishes all of our readers a relaxing and enjoyable holiday season!
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