Oh good. A weekend away and things are shaping up says, Auntie SINS as she carefully wraps Dasher's injured paw and tosses another deep fried stick of butter to the Squid.
Little does he know he's being marinated.
The roast smells lovely. Maybe I'll join the cook and put together some scalloped potatoes for a side dish.
Dasher nestles into the bed of spruce branches near the coal fire provided by that handsome engineer. Funny - I don't remember that particular door from last year but the stones will make a lovely paved walk to the front door.
Ebbie - come join me in the kitchen and we'll see if we can rustle up a dinosaur or two for old times.
And SINS hums her way to the kitchen being sure to wash her hands carefully after handling the assorted wildlife.
No - not you, Ebbie. The reindeer and that slimy squid!