Mom is busy, so I said I'd post on the dog blog today. Also, I am the only one who agreed to wear the silly elf hat long enough to get a picture.
It's my hat, anyway. Two years ago, mom told me it was my job to watch the house. At Christmas, that means to be on the lookout for funny-looking little men with funny hats and pointy ears.
That's where I got the hat. It is my prize for a job well-done. I'd rather have a new couch pillow, but, hey--I was just doing my job.
It started like this . . .
Apparently, the big guy, whom they call 'Santa', has been here before, and they added his head to a wreath and hung it on another gate. Perhaps it is meant as a warning, and maybe the elves were here looking for him, but I was watching and nothing slips past me.
OK, if I'm napping on the couch, I'm obviously not working. But even asleep, I will still beat anyone to the door if squirrels invade the yard.
Did I mention I want a new pillow for the couch this year?
Dixie wants chew toys. She is easy to entertain. Just give her a quiet spot and a bone, and she is happy. Oh, and she likes tummy rubs, too.
So, here I am, master of the yard, elf-frightener and new owner of the elf-hat. Santa looks a bit perturbed, though still jolly, and maybe I'll get that new pillow after all.