It is Christmas time again and we just love it! Everyone is in a good mood and there are lots of little treats for well-behaved dogs.
On Christmas Eve we were put to be bed with strict instructions about barking at odd noises on the roof during the night. Apparently, these noises would be caused not by possums playing football (as is the usual practice with possums at this time of the year) but by Santa landing his kangaroo-pulled sleigh up there.
So we slept peacefully and awake to find that our Christmas tree…with which we had dutifully avoided all contact as per the Rules of Christmas agreement of 2007…had been surrounded by parcels.
I was given the highly important job of opening the parcels. I am supremely talented in this area. My ripping and tearing skills are unsurpassed. Heidi helped by barking encouragement.
Some parcels are tougher than others. Humans have a tendency to overuse the sticky tape but I managed to open every single package under that tree. I was informed that I was being retained as the Official Christmas Parcel Opener for Christmas 2014. Yes!
Here is what was in the parcels that had 'Heidi' and 'Trudy' labels on them. We were very happy with Santa and very glad that we had not frightened him off when he visited our house. It is easy to understand why one should not bark at him when he delivers such goodies. I was prepared to hoe in and demolish the lot right away but Mum, in her infinite wisdom, said that would not be happening. We had to socialise with the visitors and have our photos taken.
Heidi is able to sit up and look particularly cute for photos. She has what Mum calls a "barrel butt" which allows for perfect weight distribution when sitting. I, on the other hand, am long and leggy…a very attractive attribute in blondes, according to Dad….so when I attempt the sitting up posture, I fail spectacularly and topple over. So I don't even bother trying so as not to embarrass myself. I simply sit and offer a paw for shaking.
Finally it was time for food. Mum had made the table ready for everyone and our visitors had all brought food with them so there were heaps of yummy smells in our house.
The humans ate and we ate. The humans laughed and chatted and we took a nap. The visitors eventually left and we ate some more…so did Dad.
Well, after such an exhausting day, I needed a good solid snooze so I found a comfy spot and settled in.
Dad lay down on the couch and snored and I snored in the chair beside him.
I really like Christmas. :) Woof!
On Christmas Eve we were put to be bed with strict instructions about barking at odd noises on the roof during the night. Apparently, these noises would be caused not by possums playing football (as is the usual practice with possums at this time of the year) but by Santa landing his kangaroo-pulled sleigh up there.
So we slept peacefully and awake to find that our Christmas tree…with which we had dutifully avoided all contact as per the Rules of Christmas agreement of 2007…had been surrounded by parcels.
Some parcels are tougher than others. Humans have a tendency to overuse the sticky tape but I managed to open every single package under that tree. I was informed that I was being retained as the Official Christmas Parcel Opener for Christmas 2014. Yes!
Heidi is able to sit up and look particularly cute for photos. She has what Mum calls a "barrel butt" which allows for perfect weight distribution when sitting. I, on the other hand, am long and leggy…a very attractive attribute in blondes, according to Dad….so when I attempt the sitting up posture, I fail spectacularly and topple over. So I don't even bother trying so as not to embarrass myself. I simply sit and offer a paw for shaking.
Finally it was time for food. Mum had made the table ready for everyone and our visitors had all brought food with them so there were heaps of yummy smells in our house.
The humans ate and we ate. The humans laughed and chatted and we took a nap. The visitors eventually left and we ate some more…so did Dad.
Well, after such an exhausting day, I needed a good solid snooze so I found a comfy spot and settled in.
Dad lay down on the couch and snored and I snored in the chair beside him.
I really like Christmas. :) Woof!
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