It’s Christmas Eve Eve and yet we had our usual morning, Silky running around on mummy and daddy’s bed with her toy,
while I was guarding the light switch cord in the shower room for daddy, although we don’t have any light switch cord. Mind you, I can still see the one where it should be, but mummy and daddy say that I am imagining it. I’m not! It’s there!
The weather lady said that it would be very heavy rain today so mummy took us out in the morning before it started. At first we went to the pet shop for a bit of Christmas shopping. It hadn’t rained yet so we were going to walk around but then it started raining and got windy. We didn’t want to stop but then Silky started poo-poo. When mummy picked Silky’s poo-poo up we heard someone’s agonized voice. Woof?
We looked back and oh my woof!! An elderly man was on his hands and knees on the other side of the road, his umbrella and Tesco’s ladybird bag scattered around him. He must have fallen over. We ran to help him to stand, and then we noticed he had a cut on his nose and he was bleeding a lot. Mummy gave him tissue but it wasn’t enough. The blood didn’t stop at all and lots of blood was on the pavement.
Oh my woof…what we can do?
Then, a postie appeared from the van. He said he would call the ambulance but the elderly man kept refusing it saying he was fine. But the postie and mummy couldn’t leave him like that, so mummy asked him where he lived and fortunately he lived somewhere nearby. Mummy thought she could take him home but the kind postie offered the elderly man a lift and he accepted. Phew…..What a kind and helpful postie he was. Mummy said thank you to the postie and we came home.
Now, it is Christmas Eve Eve today so we have to get ready for the Christmas day!
We started to talk to the chicken which daddy had bought yesterday, because mummy told us that if you talk to them they become tastier. However, the more I talked to her the more I feel sorry for her, daddy.
Silky and I could have a proper shampoo but we decided to do it on the New year’s eve as usual because mummy has a bad back at the moment. Still, we had lovely paw-paw hair trimming and brushing. Woof! My paw-paws were so hairy that I feel refreshed and reborn now, daddy. This is before trimming. This is not very ladylike, is it?
And this is after lovely trimming. My paw-paws smell irresistible, too.
I got this marvellous portrait of me from uncle Kevin as a memento of being Santa Coco 2013. Now, I’m waiting for daddy the reindeer to arrive. I can feel Christmas is already in the countdown stage. How exciting!!
Woof…the wind is boisterous and scary outside. I wonder if real Santa travels under any weather conditions.