Although it may be a little early for Christmas musings, I am trying to come up with my Christmas wish list early this year so that I do not end up with the usual human version of canine presents. It was no mere accident last year that I cocked my leg up the artificial Christmas tree, although I will not be repeating this due my private parts being laden in tinsel for 2 days afterwards. My ‘accident’ was a vain attempt at letting my owner know that I was not impressed with the stocking shaped goody bag (which turned out to be mostly packaging), nor was I content with the reindeer ears I was forced to wear for 3 days (though the reindeer from which they came was probably less impressed still).
This year I am dropping subtle hints for a state of the art treadmill. Although I live for my daily walks with my owner, I am not a winter dog. I do not like the cold and I like snow and ice even less. I know it is not here yet, but trust me….it will be. The steep incline from our house turns into a sakting rink every year and I not only have to try and pull myself up the hill, I have to pull my owner as well (an unenviable task when she has wolfed down a Christmas dinner and 6 mince pies). A treadmill would allow me to walk in the house, therefore keeping my lean figure trim, and means I would not miss my favourite TV shows. I left the Argos catalogue on the sports equipment page yesterday…..hint hint.
My housemate Ellie has picked up the nasty habit of answering back when she is told off. I may add some ear muffs to my Christmas list…..or a gag!
Driving Home For Christmas Jay xxx