Dear Dee,
We’ve just finished the concerts and we’re finally heading home for Christmas now. It was snowing when we left the stage door - magic flakes landing on my nose. My human came out with a wreath of flowers in her arms, cheeks rosy from singing, and I trotted straight over to greet her like the loyal assistant I am.
I’ve already got my Christmas jumper on (the stripy one, with the itchy sleeves) and my reindeer antlers keep falling off every five minutes. I’m more than ready to put my paws up after all this backstage supervising. It’s a big job, keeping an eye on these musicians… and catching any stray sandwiches.
We’re off now - we’ll be crunching through the snow all the way home.
Home, warmth, and a very well‑earned nap are calling.
Festive tail wags to you and yours,
Betty 🐾