What a wonderful Christmas Eve I had. Back on my very first blog when I told you all about me, I mentioned Sophie. My humans had a Golden before me. His name was Lager and Sophie was his girlfriend. My humans tell me they were always together. Sophie is almost 13 now, but I totally understand what Lager loved about her -- she is quite a lady. And best of all, she and her humans come over every Christmas Eve. I get presents for Sophie and she get presents for me -- it's so much fun. Sophie's Mom worries about her because she has trouble going up and down steps now. To get off the deck and into my backyard, there are steps so everyone worries about Soph. You should have seen her this afternoon though... she was just like a kid again. She went out the door and jumped off the side of the deck just like she was a young girl again. It made us all smile. Then, just to be safe, when she was ready to come back inside, my Mom went out in the cold and helped her up the steps. We love her.
In case you were wondering, Sophie is the one with the white face :o) .....her she is again...
Ahhhhhhhhhhh Christmas -- tissue paper is the best....the present Sophie gave me wasn't bad either.
Howdy to all my friends....Sorry I have been gone for awhile. My Mom has been very busy and I can't turn the computer on without her -- some problem with the fact that I don't have any thumbs. But anyway, we are back at least for the moment.
Yesterday was one of the best days ever. My best pal Farley came over to visit and we played all day long. We both laid claim to each other's Dad's and then when we realized that one of us was too close to the other guy's Dad, we reclaimed our own Dad....what fun. And there was lots of extra treats. My Mom is a sucker for a cute furry face.
The humans ate something called Coney Dogs and french fries. Farley and I weren't allowed to have that, but then how weird would it be for us to eat something with the word "dog" in it.
Here we are taking a breather from our romping.
I think that Farley must know something I don't. Either that, or miracles happen at his house and stuff just sort of jumps off the counter. He sat there for an eternity waiting for the miracle to come but I never saw it. He MUST know something I don't.
I wonder if Farley was as tired as me at the end of the day. I had so much fun. I wish Farley didn't live so far away, but I hope he can come back soon.
I should have listened. My best friend Farley tried to warn me. He is older and wiser and knows about these things. But NOOOOOOOO, I didn't listen and then suddenly, there they were. The humans put out massive quantities of holiday stuffies that I am NOT allowed to touch, much less tear to shreds. Oh Farley, when will I learn to listen to you?!? This is pure torture.
They are everywhere........ this is not good................
Oh please, this is my room with only my toys..... make it stop...............
How long till Santa comes?!? A guy can only be good for so long.