Showing posts with label Santa. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Santa. Show all posts

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Still incredibly bored waiting....

This me being bored. This Santa business is getting tiresome.
When is the old goat going to get here?

This is me lying on my back while I am bored.

This is my tummy all over the bed.
Remember, the camera adds 10 pounds.

This is Cooper with his face in the quilt.
When he gets bored he naps.
Party pooper.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

How can my life be so boring?


Santa Paws when are you coming? We decorated the mantle with our  Dogs with Blogs Christmas cards but all this waiting is getting boring.

I think Santa is too fat to get down our chimney, so I am watching the door.

Even Coop is getting tired of waiting and he is patient as Job.

"What's that? Santa isn't coming for two more days?
Okay, I am going back to my nap then."

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

The Santa Dance with Dozer

I tried to give this video as much holiday
flare as possible, but ultimately
it is Dozer's moment with his
Santa toy and its untimely demise.

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Not for the Faint of Heart - Cooper

Mum brought home the cutest round Santa toy from Animal Crackers Pet Shop last night and I did NOT take it behind the chair. No, being the loving Cocker Spaniel that I am, I let Dozer have the new Santa toy.

But apparently Dozer has some anger issues that he needs to deal with (among other things) and he took the new toy into Mum's craft room and had his way with it. Now none of us can play with it because he took the neat noise maker out of Santa's belly, along with all of Santa's stuffing.

This is Dozer checking out the toy prior to disembowelment.
This is Santa as he lost his stuffing.
This is after Dozer got the noisemaker out of Santa's belly.
Although Santa is smiling, inside he is crying because his stuffing is being torn out out of him, fluff by fluff.
This is the beginning of the end..

I am sorry to say that Santa did not make it. Mum tried to save him but it was too late. Dozer spread the stuffing over a vast area and Santa's form was too badly torn to be repaired. Mum did remove the neat noisemaker so Dozer couldn't eat it (it was totally indigestible plastic with moving parts).

Mum says we are not to say anything about Santa being torn to pieces because it will upset small children. For that reason I think we should duct tape Dozer's snout shut so he doesn't start running around the neighborhood telling folks he pulled Santa to pieces. (He has this need for attention). So please keep this to yourself. I am compiling a small journal of pictures and notes detailing Dozer's descent into maniacal behavior for when the police come to arrest him. I don't want him to get out on bail.

Mum says this holiday is crumbling before her eyes, whatever that means.