Dreaming Of Santa Paws

Archie the Whippet has had an exhausting day. He's moved from chair to chair for another lie down, the moment anyone got up. He loves a warm chair. He's spent ages fast asleep, dreaming of squirrels, rabbits and perhaps even Santa Paws.

I am looking forward to the final of the dancing tonight. Dad and I are about to have a game of 'Scrabble' strictly speaking 'Wordfeud' as we are doing the computerised version. Mr H is continuing to make the spare room habitable for our next arrivals, coming Christmas Eve. Don't feel sorry for him, he loves it really, and he's so much more thorough than me. Thanks Mr H. x
:)