I am patiently awaiting the arrival of Santa. So far, nothing under here is for me. Not cool. I am getting worried that I may have done a few too many naughty things this year…
We have no snow here. That has not stopped Sarah from making me wear a snowman hat.
I refuse to look at the camera while wearing this shirt, lest Sarah get the idea that I want to see her under the mistletoe.
Sarah, put down the Jimmy Buffett music and step away from the dog. You do not live on an island, and flamingos have nothing to do with Christmas. This is your last warning.
I have two words for you: Bah humbug!
Last night, Sarah decided I smelled too dog-like (what does she expect? I’m a dog). To rectify what she viewed as an unpleasant situation, she sprayed me with something that was supposed to make me smell better. I responded by going outside and rolling in the mud. It was great.
Sarah had better not believe that I am wiling to travel by suitcase next time we go somewhere. Well, unless she gets me a bigger suitcase. And sends me somewhere she isn’t going. I might consider it then.
The end of Halloween (thankfully!)…Costume 3 of 3. It is a banana. Please do not mistake me for a monkey. I am pretty sure Sarah got more pictures of this, so I can be further humiliated as the week goes on.
It continues…Costume 2 of 3. It really should go without saying, but hot dogs are meant to be eaten, not worn.
Choppy the Dog 