So, hey Cousin Bailey, nice to meet you. Uh, why are you snarling at me? Do all of you city dogs greet newcomers this way?
I’m with my pawrents visiting family in Los Angels for this thing they call Christmas.
We moved out of the dog house on wheels and are staying inside a house that doesn’t move. Weird! I’m staying at my Grandma’s house in this tiny little room with Mom and Dad.
The other day, they brought this tree inside the house. I haven’t seen a tree like this since we were at Jerry’s Acres. But over there the trees were outside the house, not inside! How strange huh? Then they put stuff all over the tree. I wonder where the skwirrels and birds are going to live?
Tomorrow night is supposed to be a big deal. I keep hearing Mom and Dad talking about taking turns with me all night and keeping me on leash when the little two-legger humans come over. Apparently they come over and make a lot of noise, then make a big huge mess.
Sounds fun. I hope I get to play too!

So far I’ve only broken out of it once. But that was a very tough day, when Mom and Dad wouldn’t let me go herd the 30 goats outside our RV door. I wanted to herd them soooo bad! I’ll save that story for another time . . .