Christmas
This week was the best of them all, at least out of the 3 I have been living here. This week was awaiting Christmas. On monday things were the same and Sara went to school same as always, as well her brother and sister. This continued until Wednesday, when I was almost about to loose it from boredom. Then as I expected for Thursday to be the same, with them and Mom being gone, but it wasn't! Sara stayed home and I enjoyed playing with her but she didn't play with me as much for some reason. As the morning went by things started changing and Sara dragged me to the front door waiting for something, I just didn't know what. Then after what seemed like, (Wait I have no time perception, never mind) I saw a moving room or car as we call it now pull up on the driveway. I later met two fine, sweet people that were called "grand parents", at least that's what Sara calls them. As the day continued things still felt weird. Later that night they all left me and went out. After that they came back with celebration in their faces and ate until they fell over in stomach pains. It smelled delicious... After all this happened I started doubting anything was really happening, until the morning that is...
On Friday it was Christmas.
I opened presents.
I ate treats.
I had a quality time.
Then on Saturday I was left with the grandfather as well as Sara's brother and sister. It was pretty much a normal day.
Then my whole weekend felt like a unusual pattern. It seemed to get worse every day! : ( Mom taught me that one) On Friday I had a great time, Saturday was normal, and here we are at Sunday. Ohh, Sunday. The morning was great, I got to go to Suburban Square again (The little shopping center) and I was pet regularly. Then, as daylight crept past me.... Well let's just say it was time for a fashion show.
Sara squeezed me into a sweater.
Sara forced a bow on my ear
Sara squeezed a skirt up my fanny
Sara photographed squeezing me into a sweater
Sara photographed her forcing a bow on my ear
Sara photographed me being squeezed into a skirt
And Sara...
Made me look fabulous.
Why did I say Sunday was a bad day before this??? Because I just saw the pictures taken of me below: