Monday, December 21, 2015

It's a Problem

I am not one to normally complain.  You know that, right?  

However.  The atrocity that is taking place here is just too much to bear.  My chair= moved from my window.  In its place:  The most disgusting noise-making wretched bunch of non-food, non-play toys useless items I have ever laid eyes on.  And I've been around the block a time or two.  As a matter of fact...  I own the block.  It's mine, all mine.  I also own the neighborhood.  Others know it.  That is why they turn and walk away when they see me coming.  



But wait.  I am getting off subject here.  

Let's get back to business at paw.  It is called a Christmas village.  First of all, let me remind you MOM that I do not particularly care for Christmas and all it's fancy changes.  I am a pup of habit and I would appreciate it if you would work around that.  Know what I mean?

And secondly.  You know how I am afraid of trains.  Remember how I freaked out at the tracks during my walk?  Well..  you get my drift.  



Anyway.  Not my favorite time of year... ya know?  So I'm counting the days till it's over and making the best of a bad situation. 

The perfect place to get away from it all...


Mom has started a new blog and HERE is her first entry.  Check it out if you want to be bored to tears.  I don't see mention of my name anywhere in it...  whatever.

8 comments:

S. J. Qualls said...

Gracie, hang in there, I am counting the days too!

betty said...

Off to check out the other blog; I feel your pain, Gracie. I remember Koda got major stomach problems the year we relocated his crate to put up the tree. I don't think he ever forgave us. Hope Santa though does leave you something! Merry Christmas!

betty

Linda said...

What a cute post! I love the village...............but I gave mine away...too much work.

The Daily Pip said...

Oh Gracie, I completely understand. I just hate when the humans move things around. The holidays can be quite stressful and I never know quite what's going on.

Theresa said...

Oh Gracie, it will be gone before you know it! Your Mom loves that Village and SO do I:) HUGS!

Inger said...

Didn't she use to have it in the window, sorry, your window, so you couldn't see out? I think this looks like a better deal for you. And did you forget about the cookies and all the treats and pressies you always get for Christmas. Samson says Merry Christmas, dear Gracie and please, please try to get in the spirit of the whole thing.

Inger said...

Samson Says: PS You look awfully cute there under the table, wish I could come over and snuggle with you. XXXXOOOOXXXX Your Samson

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