Almost Christmas and the camera decides to pack up. There I was looking forward to taking pictures of Aristotle opening his presents on Christmas day and now I can’t. My Master has said I might be able to borrow his camera, but I’m scared about dropping it. It’s quite big and I’ll find it difficult to get my paws round it. I’ve asked Santa if I can have a camera for Christmas but I’m presuming it’s all too later for the elves to get their hands on one and wrap it in time. It means today I have to bring you a photograph from the archives. I was looking for one of me as a puppy and was going to ask you to guess who it was, but I can’t find one on this computer where I’m less than six months old and by that time I am definitely me. So here I am where I used to go walking in Belgium, with my Master and a stick that was almost as big as I was.
Today is a nothing very exciting sort of day. The sort of day where I will have to keep a very close eye on Ari to make sure he doesn’t come up with his own entertainment for the day. He seems ok so far after the handbag episode, but the vet did say we wouldn’t know for at least a week or two. I’ve really got used to having him around. I’d be distraught if I lost my little playmate. I’m teaching him to grow up just like me. Of course I wouldn’t have eaten the handbag, but we all make mistakes.
Alfie Dog with a little help from Rosemary J Kind email@example.com
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