I really don’t think I need buns of steel. I’d be happy with buns of cinnamon. ~Ellen DeGeneres, American comedian
Mama says you’ve all been such good blogging buddies this year that she’s decided to give you a gift.
Not me for real, but me in a video.
On my treadmill.
I’m up to six minutes these days, but Domer (my videographer) and Mama (my leash-holder) refused to film my entire walk.
Huh? What’s up with that?
I told them I didn’t see how you’d lived all this time without watching six full minutes of ME, burning the fat.
Building muscle tone.
I told them I’m an old dog (actually, I prefer the term “senior pup”), and having just turned 13, I ought to win this debate.
They said two ‘no’ votes cancel out my one ‘yes.’ And they’re both older than 13.
I guess you’ll have to content yourselves then with a measly 30 seconds of my cuteness.
But I’m getting the last say-so.
This Interweb-thingy lets you hit the Play button as often as you’d like.
Take that, Richard Simmons!
Note: Mama and I are taking a few days off during the holidays. The Kid will be home, and there’s a feast to prepare, presents to be opened, and football games to watch. Have a wonderful Christmas, and we’ll see you back here in early 2020!