Fluffy Red Collars

Mummy’s parents have come to visit from the land she came from to look at the big tree in our kennel.  This has seriously encroached on my writing time as doubling the human occupancy of our kennel has meant that I have had to help Talisker with his security detail.

There has been an unusual amount of white slippy stuff in the land Mummy came from.  Flying metal tubes there have not discovered how fun this stuff is and hide in their kennels and refuse to come out so it took Mummy’s parents more than a day to find a bold one that would bring them here.  Daddy had to come home from the land where humans used to wear round metal hats with horns.  He decided it was better to come through the land where chocolate comes from.  Chocolate loving flying metal tubes know all about white slippy stuff.

I have never worked this out, but when Mummy puts a tree in our kennel covered in bright sparkly things, she feels the need to decorate us too.  She insists on embarrassing us by taking us out dressed in red fluffy collars with bells on. I have tried hiding under the tree but Mummy always finds us.  This year she excelled in her determination to humiliate us.  Would you believe she found an old human who actually likes wearing this stuff and made us pose in front of the picture box with him?

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