My hoomans have officially lost their minds—all over a Christmas photo.
I knew something was up. Hoomans can’t hide excitement. Their hearts start pounding, they talk too loud, and they move around—a lot.
The morning started great: spa day. My favorite! Hands on me and only me for hours. Heaven—except for the toenail clipping. Not a fan. And what’s this obsession with the hair in my ears? It’s mine. Leave it be.
Then the weirdness started. Furniture moving. Camera out. Mom heads to the utility room and comes back with—oh no—a red bandanna covered in Christmas puppies.
I’ll admit, it’s cute. She ties it around my neck. Uh-oh. Can’t move. When something’s tied around my neck, I know I’m stuck. Mom leaves and calls me. Like, really? Don’t call me. I’m stuck! She comes back, touches my neck, and—ta-da—I’m free. Instant relief.
But no, we’re not done. There’s posing. And worse, they want to pose with me. Excuse me? I’m the star. You’re supposed to be behind the camera.
Finally, after a dozen “just one more” shots, the bandanna comes off, the furniture goes back, and I reclaim my rightful spot on the sofa.
Photo shoot over. Nap time begins.
🐾Nose boops and tail wags,
Tucker