A Very Corgi Christmas

I'm not even sure if the past few days were real.  But, boy, did they fly by.  My humans put me through a Christmas marathon unparalleled by any other.  At least, I'm sure it's unparalleled. I've only had one other Christmas with my family, and it was not nearly as exciting as this one.  Phew.

It started Christmas Eve morning. In anticipation for the inevitable onset of the insanity that is sharing a Christmas with multiple families, my mom and dad decided we would have our Christmas on Christmas Eve morning.  Now, I'm pretty traditional.  At least, that's what I'm told - being the Queen's Dog and all - it would make sense that I hold tradition on a pedestal.  So, although I wasn't sure this was the best idea, I was willing to try it.  I mean, it meant I was getting presents, right?

So we got our stockings and, with a little help from the humans, ripped into our presents like there was no tomorrow.

There was a little confusion for Zeus...

In the end, mom had to take Zeus's stocking away so he would pay attention to his new toys.  What a senile old fart.

I, however, got the ultimate gift.  It was myrrh, frankincense, and gold all rolled into 1 (for Corgis):  A peanut butter flavored rawhide!! 

It took a second or two for me to warm up to the idea...

But it wasn't long until my new Chew and I were inseparable.

Apparently you can only chew on your rawhide for an hour at a time - according to mom and dad.  Which, I think is a ridiculous rule.  And they keep taking my bone away... then giving it back.... then taking it away again! It is getting very frustrating!

But that's neither here nor there.  Back to Christmas!

I guess I should mention that Zeus got toys, too. Here he is enjoying them.

He sure does know how to have fun.

The rest of the day consisted of getting ready for everyone to come over, and then everyone coming over!  It was all very exciting. I got to jump on so many people (which I've been told I shouldn't be bragging about), and lick so many faces.  I did learn, though, that it is a little scary to watch everyone open presents.  Here are some pictures from the evening.  

I spent most of the time under dad's feet.  It was nice and safe there.

I did manage to find my way onto a few laps.

Zeus always seems to find his way into a box.  Here he is doing whatever it takes to get a little attention. 

I didn't need to try - note the petting.  Ok...I did try on one bow. 

What a day.  We couldn't wait for everyone to go home so that we could finally go to bed.  If that was just Christmas Eve, what will Christmas be like?  And so off to bed we went, to have Bully Sticks dance through our heads...

 Merry Christmas to All, and to All a Good Night!