I thought I had escaped the dreaded Santa hat this year. Mom didn't put one on me at the Husky rescue Christmas Party on Saturday, and I thought I was home free! Alas, tonight I was proven wrong. Mom lured me to the tree with treats and told me to sit. Well, I wanted the treat, so I did. Before I knew it she had that stupid hat on me and had taken about a dozen pictures! I did my best to shake the hat off, yawn, close my eyes or talk during almost every picture.
This is the first one - I was so surprised that I haven't had time to make a face yet.
This was the 5th picture - she caught me with my eyes open and the hat still on, and my feelings showing clearly on my face.
In this one I was talking and complaining about this cruel, cruel treatment.
A warning to all of my canine and kitty friends - if you see any Santa hats, tear them up! Take them outside and bury them! Shred them and scatter them to the four winds! FedEx them to the North Pole! Whatever you do, GET RID OF THEM!.
Oh, the same goes for those stupid fake antlers, elf hats, etc.