ROCKIN' AROUND THE MINI-TREE
Woof, Kids!
Ho, Ho, Ho and Oh, Christmas Tree...and I mean OHHHHH, Christmas tree. It is a tree, right?
Dawgs, that truly is a tiny tree, but I am diggin' that rawhide stocking stuffed with doggie treats. You can probably imagine what I am thinking...can I grab those goodies and make a break for it? Hold on...what and where is IT? Let me know and I'll be all set to grab and go.
Listen, I especially want to hear from The Murph, up there in North Caro. I am saluting that big guy for the bravado exhibited when he made a grab and gobble play some nights ago with a couple of slices of pizza. He made his sly move in the kitchen where the pizza was resting on the range. When the coast was clear, bam, Murph went in...slid those slices right on down the side and had a little snack. Awesome. Of course, his peeps freaked out and called it contraband. Contraband...people food...whatev. That Murphy, is my hero.
Come on, if that fab-lab can grab, not one, but two pieces of Italian pie...the Diva should be able to snatch and flee with that intriguing little hide sock.
Murph, howl at me with your strategic moves. You the DAWG!!!
Hey Diva! Thanks for the shout out! It was a brave act and I'm still shocked I got away with it. I got in some MAJOR trouble though - even from my dad who rarely yells at me! Anyway, now that I've been exposed to that tasty pepperoni pizza I can't stop thinking about getting some more! And pupperoni treats just aren't gonna cut it. (Don't get me wrong, if you want to offer me one, I'll eat it).
Anyway, Diva, here's what I did. I waited until my peeps were all snuggled up on the couch watching a movie and snuck off to the kitchen as quietly as possible to follow that amazing aroma. I've got my peeps fooled into thinking I'm a good dog that doesn't eat people food, so they never suspected a thing at first. They left 3 pieces of pepperoni pizza on the stove and I jumped up (I'm a lot bigger than you Reg) and devoured it...first one piece, then a second, and then as I was going for the third...I heard a noise and there was The Gretch staring at me in shock and disappointment. I guess I was gone a little too long and she became suspicious before I could get the third piece down. She was giving me devil eyes, but I swear she laughed a little bit, and that's when Jon started with the loud scary "No's!" I sulked for the rest of the night, but my peeps still let me sleep in bed with them that night so they couldn't have been that mad!!
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Murph, My Man...thanks forf all this great information!! Wow, with these tips, I think I can grab and gobble some May-Jah...well, something good. I will tell you, Murph, Gaz isn't all that tough in this area.. Nah, he's a push-over. I just sit and look sad-eyed and, presto treats. Big treats. Giant cupcakes (okay, doggie ones but still). Moolie sort of gives me those non-fat pupcorn things. Puffed air mostly. Gaz...much better.
I've heard that your peeps are PRETTY sweetie-sweet, so I'm sure they weren't really all that mad. Oh, Murph...when I get in trouble I just immediately go to sleep and when I wake up everything has blown over. Yep, works like a charm.
Stay warm and keep up the daring antics.
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