Christmas!!

I don't like it. The oldies have been on about it for days. Turkey this and turkey that. I never saw one and I'm a hunting dog!

Then they ditched me!

I've been here all day on my own without a cracker in sight and then they turn up giggling.

No wonder that I look so sad.

Skinflint!

Mum gave Dad a list to take to the supermarket this afternoon for some last minute things we needed for Christmas. He had a bit of a moan when he saw Quality Street on there but Mum says that it isn't Christmas without a tin on the coffee table.

She did whisper to me that he would probably come back and say that they didn't have any but to our surprise he bought a tin!

Do they really make them that small?