From Where I'm Looking

Yummmmmmmmmmmmm.
What Shane saw as I lay sleeping!

Christmas was fun. There was food everywhere—homemade rainbow cookies (aka la bandiera italiana) topped with Ghiradelli dark chocolate, a box of Godiva chocolates (hogged up by Joan), Chix Patties with barbecue sauce, baked potatoes, breaded eggplant, even corn chips and salsa. But the best part was having Ari and Kyla rub my belly and even Shane's. Ari took pictures of the food. She's my kind of girl.

The kids across the street must have gotten a skate board, because they were slipping and sliding all over the street, which gave me the opportunity to let out a few good barks before Joan did her Cesar Millan imitation. I don't know. Things aren't the same since she watched those DVDs. Now, she thinks she's the leader.

But, there are still lots of other temptations lying in wait. Life from a dog's perspective is much more intriguing than life from a person's perspective. You're all too tall, too far from the ground, and your eyes aren't able to look straight downwards without putting a strain on your neck. Besides, even if you did look at the ground all the time, your shoulders would slope, which would make you look weak and depressed, and people would always tell you: "Chin up!" No one says, "Chin up" to a dog. My favorite pastime is sticking my face in the grocery bags (check out that picture). Shane's is sticking his face in the Milk Bone Dog Biscuits. Joan keeps forgetting to put the box out of his reach. No wonder he's getting a little chunky around the middle. Me? I just look. Shane—he scores big time.

Happy Boxing Day & first day of Kwanza, Juno