Bruiser...

So here's the story. Mommy and I got home pretty late after visiting with Grandma. When Mommy opened the door, the Christmas tree was laying on the floor. She was really mad at Max because the ornaments were all over. When she was trying to clean it up, I disappeared (so good at that) and went to my favorite room in the house (utility room). I love to serve Max his food! Well it didn't work out so nice this time. I tripped and went face first into the dog dish or the dog bin--Mommy doesn't really know. Daddy was mad at Mommy for dealing with the tree first instead of me. I forgive Mommy because, I'm tough!