Today, my mother decided it was time for a Christmas photo shoot. This torture went on for several minutes in three separate sessions. My mother did not seem happy that my sisters and I were not cooperating with her. It was obvious, that we do not want to have a photo shoot today. We had planned other things for our daily agenda. Dressing up in ridiculous Christmas garb was not on our approved agenda. Katherine, Zorra, and I normally meet every morning to discuss our daily events. After reviewing the agenda, we were certain that a photo shoot had not been approved.
Mother said that the photo below looked as though we had just been advised that there were no more treats left in the entire world.
This can't be true! I decided I must go see. When I jump down, my mother's face turned a bright shade of red and she just walked away. She was mumbling something about may be getting a deal on three intensive obedience classes... maybe she's signing up to take an obedience class for herself.
Once she walked away, we were free to continue with our plans. I am at least 30 minutes behind in my slumber time.
Yawn... yawn...