Christmas was exhausting. Here Sheba is sleeping by her food bowl, just in case anyone gets close to it.
Eating those cookies was tough work.
Chihuahuas make good snuggle buddies.
There'a couch under there somewhere.
Isabelle had to be right in the middle of it all, even though she was falling asleep sitting up.
Only the birds were awake.
This is Mimi.
Mimi is actually a boy, but Indian Ringneck parrotlets don't develop the black ring around the neck (for boys) until about 2 years old. Mimi was named after the heroine in the opera La Boheme. He likes to listen to opera and anything by Beaker of the Muppets.
This is Poe. He's about the same size as Mimi, but green. He's a Quaker parrot. He has learned to talk since coming to live with our aunt. He can say hello, step up and come here. He also laughs like a human! And he barks like the dogs.
Oh, we nearly forget the best part of the whole trip. Isabelle takes Glyco Flex III, a super yummy smelling glucosamine-chondroitin supplement. Or at least she did until Tallulah ripped the bag open and ate about 100.
On Christmas morning.
Before all the guests came over.
Tallulah spent the morning vomiting. She got the carpet and rug a few times, the linoleum once or twice. After that, mom figured out when she was going to blow and hustled her out on the deck.
We still aren't quite sure how one little pug stomach could hold roughly 2 pounds of supplement in the first place. Those urban legends of pugs eating until they actually explode might be true.