The Oak Trail

So far, this Christmas business has meant mum being away more than usual, and it's not even here yet? I don't like that. The morning walk was great, however, and involved multiple decomposing piles of sheep poo. Nicer when fresh, obviously, but for December, not bad at all. I didn't roll around in it, though. I've had enough baths for the time being.

We are now spending quality time in the sofa watching Friday night TV series. Me, my stuffed dog buddy and mum. Why I don't to get to taste any marshmallow Santas is a complete mystery to me.