Fear

There’s nothing quite like a good old celebration. It seems like around this time of year we have loads…loads of occasions for people to dress me up. I always get ‘the fear’ when I hear there is going to be a gathering. Don’t get me wrong, I love them. There are always plenty of people to meet and greet, plenty of food to steal…I mean, freely given. I just don’t understand the human compulsion to dress me up. Take Halloween for instance, the last time, I ended up with a pair of wings and a glow thing. I didn’t mind the wings but I couldn’t see a damn thing I was doing, it was so bright. I just wonder what this year has in store. I've heard rumours about Christmas but it sounds like Jack is going to come off the worst. I'll admit, I dont mind dressing up in snuggly coats and the best Martingale collar. Oh and I do fancy a new snood, but rule of thumb people, if it looks cute put it on someone else…just show me where the food is.

I know, I'm gorgeous but stop it!

Do I look impressed?

They taste better when they're stolen.

Bless him, he's trying hard!