The Sweetie and I had a lovely week in British Columbia visiting his family over the holidays. I could definitely get used to endless days of taking naps, reading mystery novels by the fire and enjoying centerfold-worthy breakfast porn in the form of banana stuffed french toast.

We watched a deer bound across the backyard, sea otters frolicking and a bunny hop unperturbed through a parking lot. It was almost eerily pastoral.

My favourite animal sighting occurred in Victoria. We passed a house with three peaceful dogs in the front window. It turns out they were so still because they were carefully positioned stuffed toys. The following day the tableau had changed, with a lone dog keeping vigil. I wish I could keep an eye on that house to see if the dogs take turns on their watch, or if on occasion they are replaced by a mangy cat, a hidden hand swinging its stuffed tail.

I don’t think I’d ever tire of flannel pajama lounging, spying on animals, real and stuffed, and windy walks on pebbly beaches. I think my first New Year’s resolution will have to be more leisurely breakfasts, and toy animal art installations.

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