Did I mention that Santa came to visit us. I wasn't overly thrilled to sit on his lap. I thought about showing him how I felt about it by leaving a reminder of me there, but I am too much of a lady. He really needn't have commuted all that way before Christmas just on my behalf. A text would have been fine. Anyway, my human got a picture of me being smothered in his big mittened paws and white brillo-pad of a beard and that seemed to make her smile. I assure you I wasn't smiling. I think they got one last picture of Santa only managing to hold my backlegs as I vaulted off his lap. Sometimes we, the staff, must endure the strangest things to make management happy. Thankfully this holiday comes but once a year. Soon, he can go back to the North Pole and suffocate a reindeer or two and I won't mind a bit.
As usual, I mingled at the party, giving each visitor some quality time with me next to them. Nothing too overt, mind you. I didn't try to crawl on their laps with their plates. I just laid next to them with my head on their leg, looking up with longing eyes at their faces. (I learned this move from a Cocker Spaniel of my acquaintance. It seemed to work better for him, either because he had HUGE eyes, or because he didn't have a human nearby telling everyone that he doesn't eat people food.... the nerve...jheesh.)
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| Still working on my 'pitiful-me' technique. I definitely have the 'cute' down. |
We are going to have special holiday hours coming up at the store and that means more time at home to knit and lay on my human's feet. I can't wait. I need some down-time. This new building is great in that it has plenty of windows to look out and no skateboards zooming by. I can see the parking lot quite clearly, so I have plenty of time to get my tail cranked into wagging mode. But, the floorspace is big, and I am on my feet all day checking on this customer and that. And ever since my human rearranged the yarn shelves, I've been having to relearn my circumnavigation. Quite frankly, I'm pooped. (But, better pooped out than pooped on, I say.) Anyway, It'll be great to just relax in front of the fireplace and dream of sugar plum-flavored DentaStix.
Merry Christmas to all and to all, a peaceful night.
ps. my human says she'll post my Santa strangling picture here as soon as it gets sent to her by the elves. ...yeah, whatever
