If You’re Visiting for the Holidays, the Dog Wants You To Know…
He did pick up his toys. The squirrel goes at the bottom of the steps. The ball goes under the couch. The lamb goes in front of the door.
The price of admission to any holiday event is a game of tug, preferably near the Christmas tree.
Did you really think you could give the dog a piece of holiday ham and not have her follow you from room to room for the rest of the day?
No, she doesn’t want to lick up the orange juice you spilled. Get a rag and clean it up yourself.
There’s no such thing as a holiday from walkies.
Everyone entering the house will be sniffed for
The only sports event allowed on television is Puppy Bowl.
Well if you didn’t want to share your bed with a dog, why didn’t you lock the guest room door?
Hanukkah is much better than Christmas—how can you beat eight days of presents and fried potatoes?
Nine o’clock is plenty late to visit. Any later and you’re likely to hear “it’s time for bed” barking.
He has a little gift for everyone to take home. You’ll find it on the back of your pants when you get up from the couch.
Do your dogs have any rules for holiday visitors?
Cosmo, You Will Be Missed
We were sorry to hear that Cosmo the Havanese, the fuzzy muse of To Dog With Love, passed shortly before Christmas.
Our hearts go out to Diane and her family.