Monday, December 5, 2011
What is it about Christmas that causes our entire lives to be upset? We are staging a sit in. In this picture, I am sitting in the place Katy's crate used to occupy and if you notice, my couch has been moved to a far corner. Katy was trying to block the Paparazi from snapping photographs and gaining enjoyment from our legitimate protest of taking our space and replacing it with of all things a Christmas tree.
Dad hastens to remind me how much I love hiding behind the Christmas tree and spying on everyone from my couch. He mentions that I stage an equally strong protest in January when my spying tree is removed. I have no memory of fighting to keep the tree. He also points out that Katy has a better view of the front door where her crate is now giving her an advantage she does not have during the other seasons of the year.
We were forced to give up our protest and Katy gave in and has tried out her new crate position a few times now. She seems pleased with her door access. I will not admit to using my couch until Mom documents it with photographic evidence.
We were excited to get our first Christmas cards ever. We have heard from Chewy Deravi, Bella and Daisy, Bert King, Miley and Maggie, and Dakota and Cody. We have all our cards displayed in Mom's Christmas card wreath. Wait until Grandma sees all our Christmas cards.