Dad tells me it’s not right to bark “Merry Christmas” at people, since they might be unsalted if they aren’t celebrating Jesus’ birthday. Frickadoodles! I don’t even know who this human was! This is my second Christmas and all I know is that it makes human people act well socialized to each other for a little while (except for some who get as snappy as a Chihuahua in a handbag for some reason. Youch!).
Anywhich, I wish you all the very best, and hope that yummish treaties fill your tummies over the holidays. I’ll be back next week with some New Year’s revolutions.
By the way, in case you’re wondering about the snowy scene… Dad took me to the outsidey place in the up state a few weeks ago. The wonderful stuff didn’t stop dropping on us for the whole time we were there. I love it!