December 22: Dad says it's the first day of Winter. I'm not sure what that means, but it is cold in the morning when I want to go out and hunt in the back yard.
The house is all decorated for Christmas.
I don't go upstairs very much, any more, cause it's hard.
Unless there's a storm and I go up and sleep in the closet.
Most nights I sleep on the library sofa.
I get up around 5 and bark at the bottom of the steps and Mom comes down and takes me out.