We did have a nice Christmas

Christmas was fun, my grandpawents came to visit us. They brought my cousins, Lucy and Max. I need to start by saying WTF is Max wearing?

My grandma: Why that's his diaper!

Why does a dog need a diaper? Isn't that what potty training is for?
Can you tell he is beyond embarrassment?


Anyhow, there was no way I was going to let Max live this one down. After all, he did annoy me! So, I did what any cousin needing a good laugh would do.

I teased him till he begged me to stop.

Max: Cousin Bison, it's not my fault that my momma puts this silly denim pamper on me! I really have no say. Please don't post about this on your blog. Please!!

Sorry buddy, I couldn't keep this one to myself.

On with the story...

The new family tradition is to make my momma's grandmothers secret tamale recipe around Christmas time. This recipe is complicated, tedious, and extremely time consuming! That's why my grandpawents came to our house.

Lindsay: Ok....me ready. What you need me to do?!


Momma: Thanks Lindsay but we don't think it's a good idea. Thumbs are an important qualification to be a tamale maker.

Anyways....

Two tables were set up in our romper room for the assembly process. My momma's station was across from my dad. Hey...someone had to take the picture for memories sake. Her important job was tying the tamales with string after my grandpa and grandma wrapped them up.


Some of the yummy ingredients that go into these delicious wonders are
turkey, special homemade red sauce, bell pepper, olives, almonds, garbanzo beans, and of course masa.


All ready to wrap.


The finished pile wrapped and stringed up.


Then...steamed on the stove for a few hours.
These few hours felt like a lifetime! We could not wait to have a taste.


Afterward, we were all tuckered out. My pawents and grandpawents from preparing the tamales for hours and us for watching. Exhausting!!




Lindsay: I wasn't sleeping. I was just resting my jaws waiting to try the tamales. Are they ready yet?


Yeah, are they ready yet?! It's been like FOREVER!


Lucy: I think I deserve to be the first to try the tamales.


Max: I don't think so!!

Momma: Relax you guys! No dog will have any tamales! Understood?!

What?!?! We've waited this long and we can't have any tamales?! Mom, you're just saying that to the little dogs, right?

Turkey update

I didn't know that when my momma said we were going to feast on Turkey the day after Thanksgiving that we didn't include me and Lindsay. Momma, please be more clear next time.

We were invited but Lucy is still sick and possibly contagious. My momma was just keeping us safe. Ok, I forgive you!

So, I hear my parents and uncle Chris chowed down on grandma's famous succulent turkey. Ya think they brought me any? Nope. Who cares if there is too much sodium and other things that are bad for me. It tastes so good!
Apparently they were too hungry to even take pictures of the food. Geez...at least let me live through your pictures!

What my momma did capture is Lucy playing ball with my dad. That huge ball is her favorite ball ever.


Lucy: "Throw the damn ball before I.... Just throw it already!"

Max on the other hand was a bit weary of this huge purple swirled thing. Don't let that biker jacket confuse you, he's a softy.


Maybe a weenie even, he stayed away from my parents and uncle while they visited. Something tells me his fear might have something to do with this.
I don't know...just an observation.

The little dude they call 'Max'

Lucy came to visit and she brought her new little brother, Max. He was alright for a pup. He minded his own and didn't insist on playing with us 24/7 like other puppies...he actually gets it. Everyone kept talking about how cute he is...

I'll let you be the judge.

Years ago when Lucy was Max's age, my momma took a picture of Lucy in my dad's hand. Yep, she was that tiny once. To keep with tradition, Max took the very same picture. What do you think? Is he just as cute? Cuter? Ok...all this cute talk is starting to get annoying.
Max ran through the tall grass fields for the first time. He enjoyed how the cool wet grass felt on his paws and belly.

Grass is nice for snoozes, too...

Max likes raw meaty bones (rmb), too. He even has his own rmb mat.

He's still at that age where Lucy is his sunshine...
Turns out Max has a sense of humor.
"Don't come close, Lucy just farted."
After a long day of play, Max curled up on the couch and fell asleep. I'd like to know how he was able to catch a nap on the good couches. Totally not fair 'cause me and Lindsay aren't allowed.

"Yeah, I'd like to know, too. All I got was this lousy cushion."

This ends the tale of the little dude they call Max.