What a confusing time of year for a
dog Christmas is – lights are put outside and trees put inside. I was allowed nowhere near the tree inside in
case I disgraced myself. As if I
would! It was hung with many large round
balls, which I was not allowed to play with, and had colourful packages
underneath. The miniatures all visited
and had a great time unwrapping the packages which the Mrs had taken such care
to wrap up. I had been given strict instructions not to do this but they did
not get into trouble when they did it and there was a great deal of merriment.
Eventually I was allowed to participate in the unwrapping as you can see. I gave the Boss a large lick and the Mrs
received my paw like a lady. I
received a number of things, the worst being yet another bath, then a turning
out of my bed, but things improved when I was given a bone, some turkey, and a
large chew to keep for later.
The bath meant I smelt like a right
woofter when my girlfriend Jazz arrived.
She lives with a couple of the miniatures and we go beating together.
Jazz is black instead of brown; her mum didn’t eat enough chocolate for her to
be the same as me, I’m a real chocolate.
She and I have retrieved lots of pheasants lately and I have learnt that
I must stay with the Boss until he says I can go. This was a hard lesson to learn as I was
dying to stretch my legs, but the praise I get when I behave more than
compensates for running wild and I don’t like being told off in front of Jazz –
it’s embarrassing.
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