Christmas Spirit
What a month!
We begin by discussing the holiday party at my house. Mom transformed the place into an amazing-looking toybox. There was a big statue of something called a "nutcracker" at the front door, a white tree with glittery birds and sparkling balls hanging off every branch, Santas with furry beards on the tables, and many more irresistible accessories.
Sounds perfect, right? It's not. Not if you're a Bedlington.
Mom said I couldn't have ANY of those toys. Not that I didn't try to nibble on a few. You should have heard her scold me when I knocked an "ornament" off the Christmas tree. What's an ornament, anyway? Before Christmas she'd have called it a BALL. I guess ornament is the word for a ball I don't get to play with.
The party was great, though. I got to hang around the house during the prep--all the cooking and baking was great. They never forget me when it comes to pork tenderloin. I'm generally a purist when it comes to meat, but I thought the cherry chutney added a nice tang.
For the party itself, I had to stay in the garage with the other guys. But it was nice and cool, and periodically guests would drop in to meet me. I'd just been fluffed and looked fantastic.
It was a lot of preparation for one evening's party, but I've licked my lips for weeks.
Christmas eve was pretty fun, too. I went to Hope's house, but Zoe was there, so I had to hang out in Wrigley's crate a lot. I enjoyed turkey and a tiny bit of stuffing, and I even got to play a little with Wrig. We shared presents and had fun like we always do, though it was a little noisier than usual with the addition of Faith, Erik, and Zoe. You can tell from the photo I was sleepy before bedtime.
Stay tuned for more details on the week with Erik, Faith and Zoe.
