Christmas Day
The only complaint I have about these big dinners is that I am not allowed in the dining room with the humans while they eat; which is not fair. Mom stayed up all night and prepared for Christmas dinner. I stayed with mom all the time she was cooking; lying on the kitchen floor and lending my moral support. It’s true, I got to sample a lot of good food, but it’s hardly the same as being with everyone while they are eating, and I am on the outside looking in. I don’t know why mom put up all these doggie gates; well, I really do, but I wouldn’t hurt anything lying at her feet while she eats.
After all the humans were through with dessert (I didn’t get any, of course, and I could smell the chocolate), then I got some scraps; I could hardly contain my excitement. Yeah, right! But beggers can’t be choosers. Maybe the next time we have a big dinner, I’ll hide somewhere inside the gates and then sneak in; they won’t even know I’m there. I think it just might work.
