October 26th 2007 4:13 pm
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I was five months old when December came along, which meants I was still in my puppy classes. The classes organised a Christmas party- The Party of Doom, as i call it.

The party was a bit of a laugh, there were some nice costumes, but I only had a Santa hat.

We played a game called "Musical Newspapers" the same as "Musical Chairs" really but with humans and dogs on leads. The first time the music stopped, Mummy and I jumped on a newspaper, but so did a Jack Russell, about 10 months, and it's owner. The meanie JRT snapped at me, and I tried to run away and pulled so hard Mum let go of lead. I then hid under a chair and refused to come out. After a while, Mum gave up, and picked me up and we went home.

The next week Mummy took me back to the class- or tried to.
When she tried to get me to go through the floor, I screamed, pulled, scratched, and eventually, puked.
I was too scared to go back.

That is why I never graduated puppy obedience. And probably partly why I'm a sissy boy.