Thought I would help...

Hi there!

Me and the object of my desire.

With Christmas behind me, all my new toys unwrapped, I thought I'd help mommy take the Christmas tree down. Serious, they always talk of Santa's Little Helper and because Santa was so good to me this year, I really, really only wanted to help when I took that shiny sparkly red Christmas ornament off the tree. Took me quite a while. I had to hit it with my nose until it moved closer to the end of the branch and then I had to grab it with my snout and pull it off. Might possibly somehow mistakenly by accident grabbed it a bit to hard - the freakin' thing broke apart and there was red sparkly stuff all over the carpet. But I didn't give up. Not me, oh no, sir. I tried to help with another one - there were so many of them on the tree. But for some reason it made quite some noise when the stupid thing bounced of the carpet and onto the wooden floors and mom came running. Telling from her yelling and screaming, my help was not appreciated at all. I was expelled from the room, the remaining ornaments were hung higher up on the tree and mommy pulled her brand new vacuum cleaner out to take care of the mess.

Have to improve my skills for next year. Don't want to end up on the naughty list!

I am a fighter!

Crime scene after I was done with Leo.

So, I got into a fight yesterday. The other guy's name was Leo. He didn't talk much, was one of those non-verbal, plush things that sit a round the house here. I had tried to rip him a new a...arm last week, but then he sat there again in my dog bed yesterday, just staring at me and I lost it. I started ripping him apart. Hair first, then the complete head. The mush didn't say a thing, didn't defend himself at all. At some point though, his brain, or whatever that fluffy white stuff is, started coming out. I tried to hide the mess by spreading it all over the floor and when mom saw it, I pretended it was some new decoration style. - She didn't buy it. She took Leo, the headless coward, away, sewed him back together and sat him on a shelf. He is still staring at me, I think. I wasn't allowed to keep the fluffy white stuff either. The big, everything eating thing, that lives in the closet, came out and sucked it up. I am staring to think that I have to run my "operation fun" at night, when the humans sleep. Bummer.