Caroling

FB and Garyn, dressage trainer extraordinaire

My new reindeer, Dino. They brought him to me and then they took him away again. I cried.

Most of our carolers assembled in the drizzling rain. (♪♬. . . I'm dreaming of a wet Christmas . . . ♬♪)

Well, here's the caroling recap. I, Fenway Bartholomule, dressed up in my garlands, bells, Santa hat and pretty new collar. I welcomed a dozen or so guests to Bent Barrow Farm, and we caroled hither and thither through the picturesque hamlet of Wickersham. We sang for young and old, and a very merry time was had by all. Regrettably, there was not one photo taken of me in all of my resplendent glory, but FarmWife holds out hope that we'll have enough light for a second photo shoot today.

The humans had cookies, cider, eggnog, donuts, and appetizers.

The worst thing about the night, though, is that this reindeer that they had brought to me in the afternoon was taken away in the evening. I was under the impression that they were giving him to me as a Christmas present, when all along he was just a rental. Pooh, pooh.

Caroling 2011 still on?

Ears to you,
Fenway Bartholomule