I had big plans for this weekend. BIG plans! Remember? We were supposed to pass the knucklebone around; spend some quality face-lickin’ time together. But then someone ruined it: Chris Mas. What a jerk.
Let me explain. Yesterday, the alphas went out to do some “Chris Mas shopping.” Now I don’t know what’s wrong with this Chris Mas character. Why can’t he do his own shopping?? Sounds like some lazy, cookie-eatin’, fat man to me. But nevertheless, I got relegated to the kennel. I tried to cheer myself up by licking my own face, but that was just weird.
Anyways, after a a few hours (seemed like dog years) of bumming around feeling sorry for myself, the alphas came back. I was about to bring the Wrath of Bisket… but then they gave me a gift. It was a super-soft, ridiculously-awesome bed! I totally needed one of those. Especially since I whizzed all over the other one. I set it up my new one right by the heater, scattered a few toys, and passed heck out. Heaven!
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a few faces to lick…