Ugh. Mommy has been so busy that I haven’t been able to write a new post in quite some time! I need her proof-reading skills since I can’t type so well with my claws.
Anyway, very much like my favorite TV personality, Stephen Colbert, I wanted to share my thoughts about the holiday season with my audience. I’m just going to throw them out there, and you, my faithful audience, can absorb them like the little sponges you are. “Zeke is a little brat.” See, I just throw them out. “Mom’s shoes smell good.” “Mom! Zeke is smelling the Christmas tree… Again!” “I like the way my breath smells–especially with my new salmon food.”
[Clears throat.] OK, back to business. Here are my thoughts about Christmas:
In general, Christmas is quite enjoyable. (Especially that one year that Mom took me to South Florida with her–hint, hint…) I like to look at the pretty lights and shiny ornaments on the tree. I don’t very much like the cold, but I do the snow. Why can’t we have warm snow? Sadly, it is one of the few things I can’t control in my life. I really like listening to Christmas music–that Chipmunk song does make me hungry though. And I like presents best of all. I usually get one or two new outfits.
I can’t believe I have to share MY Christmas with that brat, Zeke. I already have to share it with Mom, Jeremy, Aunt Joanne and a bunch of other random people. But Zekester? Seriously. He just walks up and bites me sometimes. Why do I have to share Christmas with someone who bites me? You know he’ll get all the cool stuff too since he’s the puppy one. But I’ll always be prettier. Always.
So, I’m asking for the following his year: Zuke’s Salmon Treats (large bag), a new dress, new boots and a new weasel. Of course, I’ve learned to be careful what I wish for. Last year I asked for a puppy, and I got Zeke. “Zeke, stop jumping on me. No, you can’t shred my favorite stuffed toys!”
More on this topic later… Here’s a picture of me in my coat that I got for Christmas last year.
