Our first Christmas: By Molly and Wizzy
Hey hey! We’re commandeering the blog today because, why not? And because we just do whatever we want anyway, despite what Mom says…. Anyway, we just celebrated our first Christmas! Here’s our account of how the whole Christmas holiday went. Enjoy!
Molly: So it’s kind of cold here for us southern gals, but I like it. There was some of that white stuff flying around this morning, but not enough that I could stick my face in it like the other time! That was fun. I guess I’ll eat some mulch instead.
Wizzy: I don’t know why we’re outside so early. I just peed in the hallway so I’m good. And technically I didn’t pee in our house, so I shouldn’t have gotten in trouble. Can I have a treat anyway?
Molly: Wizzy, shut up. Anyway, we had a nice weekend. Mom took us to the pet bakery. I’m assuming the really pretty Christmas cookies were good. I only had a little taste because Wizzy busted into the bag and ate all of them when Mom ran into the other store. All of them except the one we were supposed to give to our friend Zach. So I got that one. Mom said she’d buy me extra when we went back.
Wizzy: Hey, no one said not to eat them. I’m an opportunist! Are there more cookies?
Molly: You ate all the cookies!! I stayed in the backseat like a good girl. I’m getting the next batch of cookies. And I’m getting the next batch from the litter box before you do!
Wizzy: Whatever, goody two shoes. You’re so perfect. I’m gonna go chase the cat. Hey speaking of cats – Mom keeps saying someone named Santa brought the cats a new tree, which is stupid because I saw her get the box and bring it upstairs. And the cats were right there watching her put it together. Which took her twice as long because I kept stealing the pieces and running around with them and sitting on all the other pieces. 
Molly: Right, good job. You’re the reason we went to bed early that night even though Mom said it was in case that Santa guy showed up and we couldn’t be up or he wouldn’t leave us stuff.
Wizzy: I love this new cat tree. I can actually climb this one and sit on the ledge, so it’s even easier to eat all the cat food! Which I think Mom doesn’t like. She kept saying the new tree was supposed to make things better. It definitely made it better for me.
Molly: I really want to take a nap with my new toy.
Wizzy: Hey Molly! Want to play? [Wizzy dive-bombs Molly and starts chewing her face]
Molly: [Big sigh] Not really, but I guess I’ll go along with it. Hey, there’s a cat! I love cats! I don’t get why they get so mad at me when I try to give them kisses.
Wizzy: Molly, you stole the treat ball. That was MY present.
Molly: Whatever. You ate all the Christmas cookies, remember? Plus Mom bought the wrong size treats and they got stuck in the ball anyway. That was kind of stupid, Mom. But hey, I love my new bed!
Wizzy: Me too! I hope I don’t poop in mine by accident. That happens sometimes. Especially when I have to spend extra time in it because I stole food off someone’s plate. If I can reach it, I should eat it, right?
Molly: Wizzy, the only time I get in trouble is when I follow your lead. You really should get it together.
Wizzy: Hey, man. Be your own dog. That’s what I do. I still think we should’ve gotten more treats for Christmas. I mean, my new skull and bones leash is cool and all, but I like to eat.
Molly: Yeah – you ate all your other leashes so you had to get a new one!
Wizzy: Oh yeah.
Molly: Plus Mom said our big present is going to be a trainer. The only reason we need a trainer is because of you.
Wizzy: So? I heard you get lots of treats with a trainer….
Merry Christmas everyone! Tell us how your furry friends spent the holidays in a comment below.