Turnspit Dog.

I learned something new yesterday.

Turnspit dogs.(see photo here)

They are a now-extinct breed of dog that was popular in Medieval times they described as "ugly" (I don't think so, and when I saw the photo it made me sad as the poor thing just looks sad in its eyes and I think it's cute  and just want to hug it and it looks sort of like a combo fox and a long-haired Dachshund) and they were cruelly exploited and basically used as slaves and NOT loved and cherished as beloved pets like dogs are today but forced to constantly work non stop running in a wheel (similar to a big hamster wheel) that was part of a contraption attached to a spit on the fireplace that would slowly but methodically turn the meat on a spit in just the right way so it would cook but not burn and that was the poor creature's entire existance, to just run on the wheel (I wonder how they got it to constantly run though? I probably don't want to know; it's probably abuse)its entire life and that just made me so sad.

No hugs, no kisses, no cuddles, no snuggling in bed with its hooman.

It just broke my heart, the poor things.

If I had one I would love it as a pet and give it a happy life.

Exactly a month from yesterday is also my birthday(I'll be 59......sooooo old, I know, almost 60! Gaaaacccckkkkk!!!) and in 2 more days it will be exactly 8 months since I lost Buddy and I honestly can't believe I made it that far. I should have died with him and I still pray every day to.  It's also a freezing -18C this morning(we even broke a record!)  I think I'm going to hibernate until spring,and supposed to get snow tomorrow and Sunday and a White Christmas is looking likely this year as well. Yay!  For my mother's Heavenly Christmas gift I also gave an online donation to the hospital she used to work at when I was growing up( The Hospital For Sick Children) and my hubby walked by and looked over my shoulder and mocked me, So what scam did you fall for now ? and when I remember my childhood Christmases I don't remember what gifts I got as much( although I still do remember my ballerina Barbie , Spirograph, and my Thumbelina doll) what I remember the most fondly is visiting relatives, most of who are dead now, and that verse from that song....and hearts will be glowing when loved ones are near..... describes it perfectly.

I really miss that feeling.

A Facebook friend's hubby is also in the ICU with Sepsis just like my mother was last year at this time(and she eventually died 3 weeks later) and I think he also had some sort of transplant a few years ago as well so she's now in the same place emotionally that I was and I will never forget,  and I re-did my own special versions of Classic Christmas songs as well, incl:

Frosty The Con Man

Rudolph The F*cked-Up Reindeer

I'm Dreaming Of A White Trash Christmas

Police Nabbed My Dad

We Wish You A Very Hairy Christmas

Jingle Balls

Jinglebell Cock 

It's Beginning To Cost Alot Like Christmas

I'll Be Stoned For Christmas

and in Santa Claus Is Coming To Town I revised....

You better watch out

You better not cry

You better not pout

I'm goin' in dry.😂

The second time around, he would lose his mom when he opened the wrong door again. But he didn’t know that yet — And neither did she.-Thomas Cayne