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Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Hannukah

OK. I may be a dog, but I do know something about Hannukah. That's because my human mum is Jewish (and reminds me, like, a million times a day, that the mum defines the kid's religion). No matter that I'm not her birth child and that my ancestors came from Yorkshire (and were, no doubt, raised in the Church of England). Who am I to squelch her insistence that I'm a Jewish Airedale?

I thought at least we'd get to celebrate Hannukah. (I had read up a little on the customs and figured I'd get eight doggie treats, one for each night.) But when the first night rolled around, my mum took no notice. The next night? Same thing. 

It's now the fifth night of Hannukah. So far, no sign of candles or extra doggie treats.

Oh well. At least there's Christmas next week!

Grace

2 comments:

Bernet said...

okay - don't "bitch" about no chanukah presents. You've got a roof over your head and 2 square meals a day. What more could a dog ask for. Believe me - I know what it's like to wander to mean streets. It's very cold out there. Be thankful for what you've got. Love, from a very thankful dog... Sadie Rose aka Mrs. Rabinowitz.

mich said...

No Hannukah presents for Grace? What kind of mom are you?