Christmas is coming, and so is Elijah. Elijah, my youngest grandson, and not the Prophet Elijah, although having done a quick Google, there are some similarities. But that’s for another time. Naivety, basically. He is a sweet boy.
He arrives tomorrow, so loads of planning has gone into this. As I previously said, I am not good at spontaneity. No doubt my planning will fall by the wayside, because it always does, but I do have some fun thinking about it. It’s mainly about food, but that’s okay because I like cooking, even if no one actually eats it. But the dogs most certainly will.
He is going to love O’Connor. Elijah is a dog person, like his paternal Grandmother. I don’t have many of those in my family. I don’t know why. It is inherent in me. My own children just tolerated them. But then the dogs tolerated the children. I didn’t have a problem with any of them, thank goodness.
Until Noel.
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