A new year has already started and we are already 6 days into it. My how the time does fly. Christmas was good for our family. The kids made out like bandits...I had managed to get Randon a few things. I didn't have anything to open on Christmas so Nolen, sweet boy that he is, wrapped up a art project he had done so I would have something to open...he felt so bad that I didn't. He is so cute.
Christmas day I had called my mom and sister to tell them Merry Christmas and my mom asked if I had talked to my sister yet or my niece, that they had something they wanted to tell me. So I called my sister and she goes "I've got some bad news." Instantly the worst things popped into my mind....something had happened to her or one of the kids. Thank goodness it wasn't that, but it was bad. My dad's dog died on Christmas Eve. He had gotten hit by a car. Brandy had let the dogs run at night because it has been so cold, so they stay in the garage during the day and she would let them run at night. A busy highway runs right in front of the house, and Shep had gotten hit by a car. I don't know if he was on the highway or what, or where he was, but Brandy said the dog catcher came up on Christmas Day and had him and said he had passed away. Poor Shep....my niece was very upset, as were my kids and me. It felt a little bit like Dad dying all over again. Shep was all we had left of him.