I’ve decided that I‘m ambivalent about the festive season. This year I have tried to be positive and filled with the season’s good will and cheer. All that talk prior to the event of “being good or Santa won’t come” was a little bit daunting for someone with a penchant for mischief. M&D laid it on thick in the hope that it would curb all naughtiness. It must have worked because, aside from some minor infractions, I have nothing to report in the behaviour stakes.
As you all know, my focus on food is pretty absolute, so I was looking forward to treats or at least some scraps from the kitchen coming my way. First disappointment – it would seem most Christmas offerings are ‘not good for dogs’. (conspiracy theory) Chocolate is not necessarily good for humans but it doesn’t stop its consumption by M&D. So all Christmas fare – chocolate, ham, dried fruit as in cakes, puddings, mince pies etc are all off limits. They never did Licorice any harm from all accounts. Slim pickings were the order of the season. I did manage to help myself to a gingerbread man that was left unattended on the kitchen bench. My early detection meant I didn’t get the chance to grab the lot. Photo of said gingerbread minus my ‘share’ for information!
There were upsides to the festivities. I really enjoyed opening the presents on Christmas morning. All that wrapping paper provided a lot of enjoyment as I ripped it all into tiny pieces, and the cardboard destruction was pure joy.
Guests are another cause for optimism. They are likely to side with you in treat-giving. Aunty Beverley is particularly on-side in this regard and can be relied upon to slip the odd titbit my way. Guests are also excellent for cuddles and use as a pillow, and I love the reaction when I request this after a swim and a roll on the beach.
Just to finish my rant about the Yuletide period, Santa wasn’t all that generous given the effort I put in to remain ‘good’. All I received was some beef treats that were obviously part of the pre-Christmas grocery shop. Better luck next December.
Rubes
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