Good Grief, is that an old guy with a
white beard dressed in red pyjamas trying to wiggle down the chimney? Only kidding!
It’s the Boss lighting the fire dressed in his Christmas jumper closely followed
by the Mrs bearing armfuls of brightly wrapped gifts. Woopee, I hope there are some for me. Actually it was the Miniatures who gave
generously at Christmas – two bags of doggy goodies, the down side was that I
had to wear this ridiculous hat and stay still and not react when the crackers
were pulled with a sharp snap, which could have meant I had to retrieve
something but no, the only bird at this celebration was a bit of a turkey and
had already had his goose cooked if you know what I mean.
Another down side meant I had to be bathed in
able to attend in the first place, but I am learning from experience as the good
thing about the bathing is the attention I get afterwards when I have the best
grooming ever: rough towel dry then the
blow dry with the hairdryer accompanied by a good brush and a smoothing comb at
the end, claws cleaned and teeth brushed. I declined the short back and sides on
the grounds that it is surplus to my requirements and I also said no to the
shave and ear trim as I quite like my muzzle as it is and my ears are one of my
best features. There was some mention of
requirements for the weekend but I had hightailed it out of the bathroom by
then and was racing around the garden showing off my heavenly scented body to
whoever wanted to pat it, which I am happy to say, many people did.
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