One Christmas I will not be here for the hat, and someone else will wear it, or no one will. Either way the rug will still be here. I am glad it is soft.
One Christmas I will not be here for the hat, and someone else will wear it, or no one will. Either way the rug will still be here. I am glad it is soft.The hat is bigger than my whole head and it has slid down over one eye. I can still see out of the other one. That is enough eyes for what I am doing, which is nothing.There is a bow tied at my neck. Someone made a knot on me. I did not tie it and I will not be the one who unties it, so I suppose it stays.I have one paw out on the cold part of the floor, past where the rug ends. I do not know why I stopped there. It seemed like as good a spot as any to leave a paw.The other dogs would know this is a Santa hat and do something about it. I do not know what they would do. I am just wearing it and waiting to find out if that was right.
