Random Thoughts On Christmas Eve

By Robert Farago

Before we begin, know this. I have not been drinking. I’m sitting here in TTAG’s secret above ground bunker on Christmas Eve, puffing on a Rocky Patel, alone, wondering how many TTAG readers will read that and go “heh.” I’m by my lonesome provided you exclude Maggie Von Schnauzer. Which would be quiet rude, given the holiday season. That said, there are times when I doubt both of my dogs’ utility. Last night at 1am . . .

my alarm system went on the fritz – an expression that the Schnauzers tolerate, safe in the knowledge that it’s derived either from the early 20th century comic strip The Katzenjammer Kids (Fritz was always ruining the Captain’s plans) or the lip fart sound pfrrrit indicating something mechanical has gone kaput. The expression has nothing to do with anti-German sentiment, I assure you. And the dogs. Regularly.

Anyway, that’s not all the girls tolerate . . .

Last night, the alarm system indicated a failure – not a breach – with a continuous tone. It was loud enough to give my Nick Leghorn-derived tinnitus (“it’s hearing safe”) a run for its money. Speaking of running, the schnauzers did not. They stirred …Read the Rest

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