Another holiday, but the same old story.
My people bring me to the holiday place.
There are the usual big people and some funny little people, the Old Gal and her Old Guy, and the usual incomprehensible stuff that they all do.
And there is food.
All that good-smelling food just sitting around and no body sharing it with a deserving dog.
All that good-smelling food just sitting around and no body sharing it with a deserving dog.It was "Down, Chacko!" and "No, Chacko!" and "Don't knock down the baby, Chacko!" all day.
Boy, that can be tiring.
It took me hours to persuade a person to at least let me sleep on a lap.
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