January 8th 2013 5:43 pm
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Hello, pups and peeps alike!
Sunday was the last offurcial day of Christmas, at least if you are old fashioned and follow the tradition of the Twelve Days of Christmas...it is also known as Epic Fanny. Who is this, you ask...well, I even had to ask, BOL!
Epic is quite old, and Fanny is the end...ie the fanny part of a peep...tee-hee...What, growlmy? Oh...I guess in my older years I need to clean out my ears and realign the filing cabinets in my head.
Growlmy told me it was Epiphany, the day of the three kings coming to bear their gifts...gold, frankincense and myrrh. We really are not sure that they were royalty, let alone kings, but that is what the tradition says...the Bible calls them Wise Men...kings need to be wise, and those gifts they brought to give were costly and mostly only kings were rich.
So now you know, the story according to MJF...
Here is something else to consider, and I know that not of few of our peeps, (and some pups, too, I think...), can truly feel for these words below:
The Week After Christmas
Twas the week after Christmas and all through the house
Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.
The cookies I'd nibbled, the eggnog I'd taste.
All the holiday parties had gone to my waist.
When I got on the scales there arose such a number!
When I walked to the store (less a walk than a lumber).
I'd remember the marvelous meals I'd prepared;
The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared,
The wine and the rum balls, the bread and the cheese
And the way I'd never said, "No thank you, please."
So--away with the last of the sour cream dip,
Get rid of the fruitcake, every cracker and chip...
Every last bit of food that I like must be banished
Till all the additional ounces have vanished.
I won't have a cookie--not even a lick.
I'll want only to chew on a long celery stick.
I won't have hot biscuits, or corn bread, or pie,
I'll munch on a carrot and quietly cry.
I'm hungry, I'm lonesome, and life is a bore --
But isn't that what January is for?
Unable to giggle, no longer a riot.
Happy New Year to all and to all a good diet!
I furst thought that was what the Epic Fanny story was referring to...
And here is something I didn't find too funny...I have now been here in Dogsterland 37 months, and growlmy didn't even know about it, till today...um...she furgot all about it, BOL!
GRRR! I seem to have to take a lot of second place seats here...well anyways, there are now three candles on that little Dogster cake on my page.
I love Dogster, and I LOVE all my pup pals, too!
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Happy Dogsterbersary! That poem is funny! No diets fur me, at least when it's my choice, that is fur humans. Bring on the beef!
Hi, Pepper! Did you mean cleaned beef??
We love you too MJF. Happy Dogsterversary
Happy Dogsterversary, Freckles! I wonder how long we've been pals? Most of that time, I hope!
My mommy's keeping her Epic Fanny until she retires next month. Pass the cookies! BOL!!
Loved da poem, Freckles!!!!!!
BOL BOL at Epic Fanny!
Happy Dogsterland!! We love that you are here too and love you and Growmly.
Love the poem too
Loved the poem and are so happy you are on Dogster to make us smile!
Habby Dogsterbersary, Fweckles! Mine wuz in December an' Momma wuz so cwazee nutzo bizzy, hur toadawwy missed it :( It wuz numbur 4!
Epic Fanny BOLBOLBOL!
Hi Pups! Some of you have been here longer than me...and furends with me for quite a long time...Thanks so much!
Thanks too, to the pups that have been m furends fur a shorter time, I love you just as much!
Now go and shake your epic fannies; Growlmy wishes hers would just go away...like now! BOL!