When you reach a certain age, Christmas just isn’t about the gifts anymore. Yes, I know that theoretically it should NEVER be just about the gifts, but even as a good church-and-catechism-going young’un – it really was pretty much all about the gifts.

Now there is nothing that anyone could realistically give me that is in any way necessary or, as in my youth, desperately desired. Dare I say coveted? Sounds too biblical.

So what I want for Christmas this year is a new gadget that’s currently under development somewhere in the Scandinavian countries. It’s a device that reportedly translates your dog’s thoughts into English. Why not Danish or Norwegian or Swedish, you may ask? Well, obviously, this is because the inventors believe that only wacky, rich Americans would buy this device.

You bet! Sign me up! (Oh, wait. Might be wacky – but not so rich.)

Read all about it HERE. I hope that link works. If not, don’t bother letting me know because I’m not going to go back and screw around trying to put in the hyperlink thing again. Google it for yourself.

Anyhoo – I would most definitely like to know what the boys are thinking. Right now they are curled up in the easy chair next to my desk and popped their heads up expectantly when I glanced their way.

“Walk?” they queried.

“Not now,” I mentally responded.

Maybe I don’t need that device after all.

Merry Christmas, Happy New Year and thanks for reading! XOXOXO