I haven't seen you for a while; nice of you to stop by. In case you've forgotten, this is what I looked like when I was just a puppy -- 6 months old. . .

Now I've grown up a bit. I'm still the "tough guy," but I've mellowed a lot.

"Older and wiser," one might say.

We had a tree inside the house and, well, it was a tree. . . What did they expect me to do?

This year I'm ready for all the food and special puffy toy presents, and everything should go a lot better.

But before getting started with our family's Christmas pictures, here's a picture of some of my relatives. It was taken just before Christmas, and it looks like they must have just finished a hearty meal. The black pug in the front is my mother, Sophie. Next to her, in the foreground, is Hannah. Just behind Sophie is Munki (Sophie's daughter, and my half sister). The pug whose head is on Hannah is Otis, Hannah's father. Seated in back is Lucy, who is Hannah's daughter and Otis's granddaughter. Just look at them. . . Pugs certainly know how to have fun, don't they!

We waited and waited and waited, and it seemed like nobody wanted to start opening presents.

Why did they bother coming at all!

Here's my human Mom trying to get hold of an elusive ribbon -- I think so she can use it again next year!

You can also see a few of the dolls that my human mom is now collecting. I don't know why she needs dolls when she has us: Pauli and Gus!

And, of course, at some point they had to dress me and my Aunt Pauli up in seasonal garb.

As you can probably tell, this was not the high point of our day. . .

As you can see, their black Pug (also named "Gus") rightfully took center stage.