Christmas for a small dog with a tummy that gets sick easily is not a lot of fun. I got a teensy piece of lamb, and a teeny weeny piece of shortcake. But Auntie Ailsa gave me a new stuffed toy to throw around and I love it.
Today, Boxing Day, Mum and Dad have been busy and I have been relaxing in the sun. It’s been so hot that Mum used Dad’s hair trimmers to cut my coat the other day although my mane and tail are still fluffy. The weird thing is that under all my long fur I have this dark stripe down my back like a Ridgeback. I’m still cute though – at least, I think that’s what Mum said.
Merry Christmas everyone.