Party time

Well, after my birthday things didn’t exactly calm down. First of all the humans decided to celebrate Sinterklaas, which is the Dutch (and according to Susan better) Santa Claus. We got some packages with Dutch treats and gifts in the mail! Susan hid the packages but of course I could not be fooled and soon she caught me running around in the garden with a present I had tracked down. The present was actually for me, so I thought I deserved to have it right now, but we agreed to disagree on that one. Soon after, Susan and husband were leaving me one night to go celebrate this Sinterklaas feast with other humans. When they came back I smelled the lovely Dutch treats and… cats! Why were cats there but I could not come with? But at least they gave me back the gift I found myself earlier. Again: a bone. This gift is always a winner!

The day after we had a house warming party. A lot of people came to our house and I was very excited, because I like them thought I would manage to get my paws on some food. Susan tied me down with a long rope though, because there were a lot of small kids running around and while I consider small kids with crackers the loveliest of all humans, I suspect the adults that come with these little ones don’t approve of my enthusiasm for them. Even on the rope I managed to charm bread and cheese from some humans, no thanks to Susan who hung a sign telling people not to feed me, haha! I also drank the tomato juice one of my favourite humans left under her chair. Yum! And when the kids left and I was off leash again, I stole some cheese crackers from the table and found many small left overs all through the house! No need for a vacuum cleaner if there is a scavenger like me in the house.