2016 December – Christmas, Presents, Ho Ho Ho, Jason Statham, Christmas Spirit, Later, Sniffs

What’s wrong with TERRY?
Lyl, M  xxxxxx

PS Saffron would love to stay with you but the other dogs she meets on her walks would miss her too much.  

This is me guarding some of the Christmas presents.

I may have tried to open one but Mum gave me a toy and I gave up.

Then we get to Christmas day itself and all hell breaks loose.

Then we all went back to bed again.

Now we are getting ready to go for a walk.    We get to open our presents later although I have been told I may not have any because for some reason Santa may not have stopped here.

I don’t know why  cos I have been really good (paws crossed).  I don’t mind especially because there is a goose in the oven with my name on it.

Well…..

Turns out that goose didn’t have my name on it after all. I may just have had a very small amount plus some gravy and veggies mixed into my dinner, but frankly it wasn’t enough.

And there is a whole carcass left because I can very, very nearly reach it when I put both paws on the counter top. But Mum has put it just out of reach which is thoughtless.

I have heard a lot about the Christmas spirit but it seems to have been rationed a bit too much for my liking.   Mum was huffing and puffing about because the freezer (the new freezer) seems to have stopped working and stuff was starting to thaw. So it all got moved to the freezer in the garage.

What a waste. I don’t understand the problem.   I would quite happily have helped out with recycling the meat but as usual, I wasn’t even asked. Typical.

The new humans(Mum’s brother and Aunt) seem to have settled in quite well but they keep moving around the house a bit so I have to keep track of them just to make sure they are behaving and also just in case they drop some food.  I am practising breathing in and looking skinny and sorry for myself .  You never know.

Anyhow, I am having a snooze next because I have been up since 4.30 am this morning.

I was so exhausted after Christmas Day, I slept in until 8.30am, which is late for me.

 

The picture is of me on my Boxing Day walk – there was hardly anyone else out apart from a pesky white dog in the distance but I gave them a really, really hard stare and they left me alone.

The other humans went out for a walk a bit later and they said it was full of dogs everywhere. And many humans. And many small noisy humans. And many bicycles.

I had a bit more goose for breakfast, which is only what I deserve of course and I sneaky beaky saw a small bag of goose go in the fridge for ‘Later’.

Well I don’t know who ‘Later’ is but they won’t be welcome here, I can tell you.

Yesterday and today I went on the most sniffy walks ever recorded in the history of dog walking.

True fact.

There were more smells to investigate than there are stars in the sky. Mum says we were out for 2 hours but it passed in a flash. So many smells, not enough time.

In the picture I am trying hard to stay awake by imagining the possibility of squirrels, but actually I just need to go to sleep to process all the smells.

Before I doze off, the goose is running out so you offspring may need to come home and make Mum cook a big meal so there are leftovers. If you don’t there is a distinct possibility I will starve and you wouldn’t want that on your conscience would you?

Just saying.