Little Christmas Dog

Auntie Emily wrapped me up and asked Grandpa, "What do you think? Little baby Jesus or baby Yoda?" Grandpa allowed as how I was more Yoda. Actually, I was more Disgusted. I thought Auntie Em would know better.

It is now what Grandpa calls "Christmas morning." We slept in as usual, and for a change both Dizzy and I were lying along Grandpa's outer edge. After our walk I decided (again) to not eat breakfast. Maybe later. G&G and AE are not having breakfast yet, because Grandma is in the living room still wrapping presents. She went to bed early last night, saying she would wait until this morning. So all the excitement is temporarily delayed. Grandma wanted to just give AE her gifts unwrapped, but AE said, "No way!"

Grandpa has promised there will be good things for Dizzy and me this morning, too, so I will sign off now in hopes that if I'm not on the computer Grandma will finish sooner so the grownups can have breakfast and then do whatever needs to be done to get the good things for us.