Rufus: Just Saying: Christmas Crazy
12 December 2014
Sometimes The People are kind of hard to figure out. This is my first Christmas inside my own very own with my own The People home. Last year the DadPeople was recovering from heart surgery, so I stayed with Mr. Moberly in his kennels and played with a certain Very cute labrador. š
This year itās My Home with The People Christmas. I figure thereās going to be yummy turkey like at Thanksgiving. Thatās excellent. But The People have started doing strange stuff to the house. Thereās sparkly stuff all over. BUT I am NOT allowed to play with any of it, or eat it. So what good is sparkly stuff? Maybe the worst are the sparkly balls. No close up sniffing allowed! Thatās one of those: āNo, Rufus. Leave it!ā
Snort. No chasing sparkly balls. I donāt care. They donāt even smell good like my tennis and whiffle balls.
Another thing. The People went out and brought home a tree they put in the upstairs living room! Huh? And trust me, itās not for peeing on.This strange smelling tree has lights that first go white, then colors, then back to white, then colors. Wait up. Iām getting dizzy.
I donāt think the lights in the tree are because of lightning bugs, ācause if the tree had bugs Iād eat āem up! Or snap at them and make them get OUT of my house. But The People just stare at the lights and talk about them. Hmmm.
This is crazy stuff. A tree that blinks and canāt be marked and this big pile of balls I am NOT allowed to play with. Iāve heard the balls are going to hang on the tree! Whenever The People stop staring at the lights.
And then thereās the creepy little guys who appeared on the coffee table. Look at these three!!! Are they shifty or what? I think they broke in the house last night, and The People were too busy being hypnotized by the tree to notice!
Iām pretty sure these sparkly house-breakers are here to steal important stuff, like my food. Or NikkiCAtās. Well, they can have NikkiCatās food. Except for his chicken treats. I LOVE chicken treats.
Rufus who is still blogging while The MomPeople is staring at the tree lights.
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