Dog Obedience and the Holiday

Well, Christmas has finally come. For days I’ve been dreaming about Santa Claus. The way Kobe has been acting, he’s just begging for a big hunk of coal in his stocking.

He perches on the furniture to look out the window, sleeps on the bed whenever the humans are gone and leaves little surprises in the back office. And not good surprises of course.

And the counter-surfing! For the sake of brevity, I won’t go into that.

So today I was looking so forward to Christmas and just expecting something. Maybe a little giftee, a stocking filled with trinkets, a squeaky toy to pounce on, some juicy treats! I did hear that there were Milk bone® wreaths made for us.

Not Feeling Grateful

But, Christmas morning there was nothing. The wreaths got misplaced; we heard we’ll get them later. There were little bits of ham in our dinner. But, it wasn’t the exciting Christmas I had planned on.

I just knew all along that Kobe would gum up the works! Then I learned that the good dog, the perfect pet, moi,is registered for “Basic Manners”, an obedience class.

If that doesn’t beat all! Here I am, obedient as ever and I’m the one being “trained.” Can’t wait to blog about that.

A most unsatisfying holiday.

Tootles, Barcelona