Aunt Stacey even bought me a box of cookies and a stuffed animal with a YUMMY squeaker thingy in it. Uncle Brian said he was very against this but Aunt Stacey knew better because she knew she needed to stay on the island...
Uncle Brian better watch it. I'm watching HIM!! Just because he's married to Aunt Stacey, he doesn't stay on my island by proxy. I'm happy to vote him off too if he doesn't let Aunt Stacey bring me yummy treats! On another note, the days leading up to Christmas were EXHAUSTING. I had to watch the treat bag so hard to keep the other girls paws off of it. I was so tired by the time Christmas time came around that all I wanted to do was sleep. You can see from this surveillance picture how tired I was. But, I guarded that bag EXTRA HARD!
On another note, I didn't get a single treat from Miran-duh-duh. I know she knows it was Christmas. Everyone that's anyone knows it was Christmas, so I'm very disappointed with her. It's not like it's hard to know it's Christmas. Duh Miran-duh-duh. It was COLD outside. Christmas trees were up. Presents were under my tree...but YOU didn't send me a gift. Therefore, I am officially moving you to the edge of the island. You can ask Aunt Stacey how the edge of the island feels since she has lived there a long time until I recently gave her the torch back. Don't worry though, you can keep your torch for now. I know you're probably a fraidycat of the dark anyway...
Now, onto the last part of Christmas...
A long time ago, before I was even born, Mommy and Daddy were trying to adopt this other dog named Abby. The people told her they couldn't have because Mommy and Daddy didn't know what they were getting themselves into with a Pekingese...
Well, just a few days ago...Daddy came home with Abby. We're calling her Abby2. I don't like sharing my name, but I kind of feel sorry for this dog. She's very skinny and she's got a really long tongue that hangs out of her mouth and it makes her drool. She's got big paws like me though and I think when she grows up, she might just be as pretty as me...minus her tongue. I'm going to teach her some tricks though. I heard she gives "Abby hugs" though...and I have to find out what that's all about. I can't have her one-upping me. I'm top dog around here.
For now, I kind of like her. She smelled like vomit when she came in, but she doesn't like car rides is what Daddy said. That makes me sad because we all love car rides. I'm going to do the nice sisterly thing and make her feel at home - at least until she gets in my way. She's already doing really well because she doesn't eat the crunchy treats I like. So I'm very happy about that. So far, she eats the wet food and pupperonis. She tried to eat a cookie, but just couldn't. I think Mommy is going to try to buy her some softer cookies to see if she can eat them.
Anyway, here's a picture of Abby2. She's actually kinda cute - in an old dog sorta way...
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