As you may have guessed, not all of us are as
certifiably crazypants happy as Felix to model the Horrible Holiday Hat (HHH). This has not excused us from being subjected to wearing it; in fact, for some reason, our unwillingness to endure its strangling embrace amuses Mommy and Daddy immensely.
They were simply awful, braying and chortling with glee at us whilst we struggled to escape.
The only consolation was that Mommy had to go through hundreds of photos...here's a few:
Sylvester refuses to face the camera...
...as The Baby races for the hills. A wise move. She's seen this dog-n-pony show far, far too many times.
Rupert: Mommy, you AND your double chins are gonna die. Tonight.
Tiny Johnson: Nice backdrop management and composition...NOT! And you call me slow.
There's a bitey happening here. Of course with Grayce there's always a bitey happening!
Crayce: getitoff getitoff getitoff getitoff getitoff!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh Cod, WHY?
Salem: Mommy, despite your insane imaginings, patting my bottom does not make this better!
Neither does your stylin' pants.
Sweet Pea: I'm will urinate inappropriately on something in retribution for this atrocity.
Yes, even Ornj Copper can have a wardrobe malfunction.
The worst part is the Dreaded Jingle Jester Collar and the Awful Antlers have been spotted. We're laying low...
XX Sylvester, Rupert, Johnny, Salem, Sweet Pea, and Felix XX