Hey furriends! How are you? We haven’t spoken since last year. Paw slapper – that joke nevfurr gets old! It’s been a busy week here at the homestead.

With the pawlidays officially ovfurr and the helping paws of Dad, Ellie, and myself, Mom de-Christmas’d until Novempurr (25th to be exact). Spoiler alerted! She scored a Christmas clearance deal on colorful lights so apparently she’s going to give that a whirl next Christmas. Since Mom and Dad moved in together way back in 2009 they have only decorated with white lights.  I’ll be on pins and needles all year fur the big reveal! As long as Santa Paws likes it, that’s all that matters. Maybe that’ll give me extra incentive to stay up to catch a peak this year; to see his reaction!

Speaking of Santa Paws, too bad he couldn’t purredict the future…he couldn’t have scored mega brownie points with Mom. She’s not a happy campurr right meow. The dishwasher sh*t  the bed and she’s very impatiently waiting fur the new one to arrive.

Aside furrom Mom’s furrst world purroblems, I’m looking forward to catching up on some much needed catnaps.

Hoping 2023 is off to a pawsome start fur you all!