Do I look happy??? Let me tell you about my day. The morning was fine, I got a great walk with mom and dad and a car ride because we drove over to one of my favorite parks to walk. That was cool. Then they put me in my crate when they went to the place where they come back with all sorts of bags and usually a treat (or two) for me so that was cool, even though I don't like when they are gone, but after a bit they took me for another car ride so that was okay.But then they came back and started going crazy on me. They got that machine out that makes a lot of noise and irritates me as it goes back and forth across the floor and they started moving this and that around. That couch went there, that love seat got moved over here. The printer went into dad's office and the end table got put up in the rafters in the garage. Every time they moved something they were amazed how much fur was under it. Don't they realize I shed (a lot)?
Then they did the unthinkable. The very worst possible thing. They moved my bed (crate) away from its cozy place in the living room and shoved it against the closet in their bedroom. And then they got this box out and started putting together this thing. I don't know why they would put something that I do my business outside at inside of the house but they did and they fawned and preened over it and put these things on it that looked silly, like snowflakes and angels and penguins and whatnot.
But the very worst thing was they made me pose in front of it. They made me sit there while they bribed me with food and they took my picture.
I am not happy at all.
I want my bed back there and I want it now!!!!!
How many days to Christmas?????? I want my bed back where it belongs!!!


