Did I tell you we decided to change Pup’s name?  Yep.  We did.  But come on… “Poptart”?  Seriously?  And then, a couple weeks ago, we were listening to the “All Christmas, All the Time” radio station when the song “Mistletoe and Holly” came on.  You know the one:

Oh by gosh, by golly, it’s time for mistletoe and holly,
Tasty pheasants, Christmas presents,
Countrysides covered with snow.
Oh by gosh, by jingle,
It’s time for carols and Kris Kringle.

Do I need to point out that Beetoe’s given name was “Mistletoe”?  SERIOUSLY.  We needed to name this pup “Holly” and that was that.  Even Harry agreed and seeing as how she’s his dog (technically), he got final say.  He was all for changing her name to Holly.  And it’s not like we’re not going to just keep on calling her Pup.  I mean, the name is stuck by now.  Besides, our pets never retain their given names.  Our first pet, a cat we got while still in college, was named Cheyenne.  Nice, huh?  Yeah, we never called him that.  He was Stinky.  Still is (we don’t have him any longer, my friend does).   Anyhow.  So yeah.  The Pup is now named Holly.  So we have Mistletoe and Holly.  Cute?  I totally think so.  And it doubly works as Pup was born in December and we acquired Beetoe at Christmastime so there.  It was meant to be.

Anyhow.  What I really want to say was Merry Christmas to everyone.  I hope everyone is off right now enjoying their families and feeling the spirit of the season.  And that no one is like my brother who is currently stuck on the tarmac in Minneapolis, hoping his plane takes off in time for him to make his connecting flight to San Jose in Denver.  Which, you know, it totally won’t.  Gah.  I think I’ll go give thanks right now that we’re staying put for the holidays.