Destruction Inc.

They say a picture is worth a thousand words ......

I'm saving that for Boxing Day.

Its Christmas! YEAHHHHHH

Oh my.  Oh my goodness, He's BEEN!  How did he do that?  How did he sneak past me?

I was watching out for him.  When I went out on a bathroom call at 3.30 I stood scanning the sky for a while to see it I could catch a glimpse of his reindeer and sleigh.  No luck.

But all the time that sneaky Santa must have been lurking so he could put my stocking there on the bed. 

Well, never mind the how of it, lets see what is IN it.

But first lets investigate this parcel.  It looks and smells most interesting.

Yeah, I know who sent it.  Its a new toy.  One that will outlast all the others.

Thanks, First Dad.

Yo!  a stuffed toy.  A squeaky Santa.  I'll make him squeak all right.

I'll destuff  him later.

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And treats!  Lots of treats.  I manage to get one out of each pack before Mum spirits them away to put in my treats box. 

This is so exciting.  My tails is wagging so much Dad says its likely to drop off!  No chance.

Let me in there.  I want to see what's down the bottom.

I'll find that squeak.  

And bite his legs ...

Its all been so exciting, and I've played and played while the folks have dodged about with that stupid camera.

.... and its plain tired me out.  I need a quick forty-winks to charge up my batteries so I can help out with the turkey later.

A VERY HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL.
Love Callie

Christmas is coming.

Its beginning to smell a lot like Christmas!  My nose is never mistaken.  So, I'm volunteering for extra kitchen duties.

This is my 'oh do let me help you, Mum' look.  A smiggin of whining accompanies it.  Starting out very quietly and gradually rising in volume.

... and it ALWAYS works!  Mum is a pushover for tidbits.

Dad is a bit harder nut to crack - I manage to overcome his resistance in the end, but it takes a bit more work.

Waiting for Santa.

Fishy stuff

Its been another interesting day.  I have been busy helping the folks to do maintenance on the fish tank.  I do like to get up close and personal with the fishes.  Its quite amazing how they can do back flips and whizz about bouncing off the glass when I just (very gently, honest) bomp the front glass with my nose.  Mind you, I have to do it when the folks are not looking.

The have to watch where they are going when they are carrying full buckets of water about, as I am usually right behind them and I'm not going to be amused if they trip over me as I would probably get wet, and I dont *do* wet.

Must admit that it does look nice now, though.

It is getting dark so early now that sometimes I have to go out for my walk in the dark.  When I gallop off over the field they cant see me, and if its Mum taking me she get jittery cos she doesn't know where I am.  She keeps blowing the whistle and I have to run back and reassure her.  Well, okay, so I get a treat each time, but if I'm on the track of a pheasant/rabbit its a bloomin' nuisence.  So ... she has bought me this bright flashing collar so she can see me in the dark.  Dad says its a bit fairy and wont use it, but Mum has the last word on this cos, after all, bright pink is just right for a girly girl.

Its just that time of year 2

The run-up to Christmas is just so exhausting.

Helping Mum unpack boxes, pulling out all sort of stuff.  Helping with the tree (getting under the step ladder when she is trying to put the star on the top - dont know why she got stressed, it only wobbled a little bit).  Dad is just as bad when he is trying to get down from the loft at the same time as I am trying to get upstairs.  If he didn't put the steps in such an awkward place I wouldn't have to wiggle underneath, now would I?  So its really all his own fault if its wobbled or moved over a bit.  If his legs were a bit longer he would be able to reach it, no worries.

Any way, its all go.  I'll just have a little rest while they fiddle around trying to get the lights to work.

Its just that time of year ..

Oh dearie dearie me, she's at it again .....

I'm going into hiding until she is done in case she decides to put me on the Christmas tree ...

Mind you, I have been helping.  I helped Dad get the boxes down from the loft by walking around the stepladders.  This meant shoving the ladders over a bit cos there is not much room at the top of the stairs.  Dad had to check each time he wanted to get down that the ladders were still there.

I am helping Mum put up the Christmas tree.  So far I have managed to get my nose into every box.  Maybe that is why they say I have the longest, noseiest nose in the business.  I have glitter on my eyebrows and *snow* on the end of my nose.

I am, of course, adorable ..... especially when I glitter.

Christmas shopping

Come on Callie, she says, we're going shopping.

  Now, I'm quite willing to stay at home in the warm with Dad, but it seems that Dad is going too and they dont leave me home alone much.  I dont mind ... I find interesting things to do ... but if they dont want to spend time clearing up after me when they get home they take me with them.  Spoil sports.

So here we are, in the shopping centre car park.  I am not jumping out enthusiastically - neither is Dad!

Oh wait a minute ... that doesn't look too bad.  Maybe I'll come after all.  There are some nice people working in there and there is always a treat behind the check-out counter for me.

Well, I AM georgeous. Who could resist me?

I'm not moving until I'm sure she has seen these.  One - or more - of these would fit nicely into my Christmas Stocking.  Mum, tell Santa I want one of these ....

Now I have it, its Christmas Shopping!  Now that is different.  I can see lots of things Santa can bring me ....

....one of these .... this one will do nicely.

Why cant I have it now?  I dont do waiting .... oh all right then, but make SURE you tell Santa which one it is, I'm quite selective you know, and its THIS one I want ....

Oh NO .... no no no no ...what has she done to me?  I'm a Pointer not a reindeer.!

Whatever will my fan club say if they see me like this??

Oh.. seems I have a new fan.  I like little girls, they think I'm georgeous, but if she wants my attention she had better have a biscuit in her other hand ....

So now I'm collecting fans.  Its these dratted antlers, I'm sure it is ... I'm gonna rip 'em to pieces, tiny little pieces ... just see if I dont ...

Oh, she does have a biscuit ... there are plenty of them in here ... look behind you little girl, there are some real munchies there ...

..... and I'm not moving from this spot until I have eaten every single crumb.


Maybe Christmaas Shopping is not so bad after all.