I was feeling a little down this morning, so I did what any sane and good person would do and used my pets to lift me out of the Christmas doldrums.
I guess they aren’t in the mood, either. You can just feel the rage simmering under their soft, cuddly faces. Miraculously, no one lost an eye in the ordeal. Dignity, however, is another thing entirely.
Sorry, Santa! And ASPCA – although I can provide sworn affidavits that I’m more than kind to them every other day of the year.)
And I can’t decide who gives the best stink-eye. Probably Jules – she’s had the most practice. Although Squirt’s face is pretty priceless, too.