Havin' a Holly Jolly Christmas

I was being a very bad dog last night. Mom and Dad put me in the laundry room of Grandma Yang's house (that's where I am supposed to sleep at night). But I woke everyone up at 3:30 in the morning with my barking. I hate waking up and finding myself alone and in the dark. [Whine.]

I freaked out so bad that I actually knocked over this huge clothing rack that was in the laundry room and sent everything crashing to the ground. Mom and Dad...and, come to think of it, Grandma, Great Grandma and Uncle Michael...well, I guess everyone but Great Greatpa because he's partially deaf...were not very happy with me. :(

In fact, Great Grandma declared that she was going to stop feeding me any more yummy Chinese food. She's convinced that Mom and Dad are starving me on that dried, waxy kibble they feed me day in and day out (which they are, hello!). So she's always sneaking me food under the table. Hehehe.

But you want to know what she said to Mom this morning? She was so upset about my barking last night that she told Mom, "Today, we're not feeding that dog any extra food! Let him starve. He's going to be so hungry he won't have the energy to even crawl out of bed, let alone bark!"

Anyway, we're all going back home tomorrow to Connecticut tomorrow. This Christmas break has been a ton of fun, but I'm looking to getting back to my old pooping ground.

Ah, home sweet home!