Christmas is Coming...

...apparently. I don't quite understand the concept, but it appears Christmas involves lots of new chewable-looking objects (some even hung from an odd-smelling indoor tree, that doesn't appear to be an actual tree)being placed around our house, music being played and me being 'Christmas-ified' for photos to use for cards, whatever they may be.
Amy did give me a stocking though, which apparently will be filled with presents on Christmas Eve by a chappy called Father Christmas. I was horrified by the size (or lack thereof) of my stocking and repeatedly threw it at Amy in disgust. She didn't seem put off and took some Christmas photos of me anyway.

Aren't they awful!?


This one is of me refusing to hold my stocking for the photo shoot