My bud, Angus, says that confusion - even chaos is about to hit. He should know he's lived here 11 years. He says it happens every year. It is called Christmas. People shop and shop and shop and come home from the Mall pretty grumpy. They might even forget those essential dog cookies! They cook and bake like it was the last chance. Then the people move all the furniture around from it's usual and proper place. And, believe this, they bring huge trees into the house and cover them with shiny toys and bright electric lights. Pretty weird! Angus has offered me a sleep spot beside the water heater. So far my bed is moved but not lost. And the couch will stay. I'll be okay.
I don't think we had Christmas in Florida. Maybe it has something to do with the snow.
Mommy I really like it here now. Except it is very cold and the toilet facilities are wanting. The Fur Ball is a nice guy. Mom and Dad are good people. And the Kid is fun. I'm having some trouble being aloof. I mean I lean on them all the time. I find my tail wagging an awful lot. I dance at the door when someone comes home - even when they've only taken the garbage out. I follow Mom around all the time and wait at doors when she is busy - she takes very long showers! I've decided I'm staying here though I'd sure like to go to Florida for the Winter like Grandma and Grandpa. I have a scheme involving the family treasures and the Road Show!
Oh! Dad put a sign on the door that says "Beware of the Dog". Me!! He says it is for people to beware of letting me out. He can't imagine trying to catch me. Would be