It’s not the least bit unusual for books to arrive at this house. (I’m sure that doesn’t surprise anyone.)

Nor is it unusual for packages of things for Chappy–treats, toys and other canine what-not arrive not too infrequently.

But imagine his surprise today, when he got a book of his very own, sent by his e-friend, Marley. She seems very excited about having a book all about her, but says she doesn’t know who the dog in the pictures is. (Because we all know that Marley is really a Jack Russell Terrier, right.)

  I have to admit, I do wonder a bit if perhaps the book isn’t about some other dog named Marley? Because, look at the subtitle. “Life and love with the world’s worst dog.” That can’t possibly be the Marley who won a JRT race on her very first try, can it?

I wouldn’t say anything to Marley, because I wouldn’t want to burst her bubble. She clearly is the world’s best Marley, and so, while I’m sure she deserves to have a book about her, I don’t think this is the one . . . but, shhh! Don’t tell her!

Chappy, asked why there isn’t a book about him, and I reminded him that there’s an entire island with a fairly famous bridge named for him. There was even an apparently really good restaurant, until it got washed away by Katrina. There are even hats and t-shirts with my boy’s name on them. And, oh yeah, a blog. (You may have heard of it? Chappy’s Mom, or something like that?)

Anyway, he can’t wait to read the book. Thank you so much, Marley! (And Shelley.)

Here’s a link for you, for a little mini Christmas Grow game. Click the icons in a specific sequence for a little holiday magic.

Happy Winter’s Solstice, everyone. (Be sure to read Cate‘s tribute to light vs darkness and the force for suvival today.)

And for a little family trivia, today’s the anniversary of the day Mom and Dad brought me home from the hospital, 39 years ago. Six and a half weeks old, and one ounce under the (then) minimim 5 lb weight to be released–but they let me go home anyway, for Christmas. We joke now that it was just like bringing a puppy home–just about the same age, and everything! Puppies, though, are cuter. I was really pretty ugly as an infant . . . that preemie thing, you know.

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