Christmas Fun

I pinched the Santa hat.

A present forme!

We are having a very white Christmas this year.

Christmas again?

I am a dog who loves Christmas presents. It made me very happy to see this "tree" had re-appeared in the living room, and I went straight to it, wagging my tail exitedly, because I knew there would be something for me under it. I was not disappointed, there was a treat, wrapped in paper for me to tear.  I will look  for one every day.

Yummy treat.

Yes, that is my tongue. This sometimes happens when I am a sleep and dreaming of a nice dinner.

I'm so Pretty ...

Going grey? Not me!

Stop using that flash in my face!

I'll bite you!

Dog toys are not what they used to be. When I was young I would have been able to shred that in minutes.

Me, on my sofa. It has been a good day.

Who barked at Santa?

Well, it was me. What was he doing in our street, anyway, wish all those "elves" running around collecting money from us and our neighbours?

Sunday Outing

We went for a drive and a walk, where we used to go often when I was younger. My walk was a little shorter now, and I did not jump into the stream or pinch any balls from other dogs there, but it was great fun anyway.

This is me wagging my tail and barking with joy.

A tired dog on her way home for a rest.

Greetings!

Hello to all my friends out there.  I am just back from a walk and now I am waiting for my dinner. I know that a big helping of chicken legs has been boiled today, especially for me, and is waiting to be de-boned. I do enjoy my food.

Happy Days

Yesterday, in the sun  My wound has now healed and I feel great. I have them well trained now, so I get anything I ask for. I am their miracle dog.

This morning

I am just back from my little morning walk.  While I was not feeling good, I was reluctant to walk, and had to be tempted with treats. I have now learned to use this in my favour. I stop and refuse to move until the bag appears. I need one to leave the house, another to go out the gate, and one to start walking. I get one for doing my business, and one more for turning back to go home. Sometimes I stop and refuse to move, preferably in the middle of crossing the street. Then I must have one at the gate and another to cross the threshold to go back inside.  If they had not started using tiny weight control dog food morsels, I would be a very fat dog now.

Last year

This picture was in mom's old camera, and was taken almost exactly a year ago. I miss swimming.