That’s A Wrap!
While out having snuggles this evening, I was surprised by my Mummy whispering to her Mummy. They were creeping around and giggling a lot. It was very confusing. Then they lay some things on the carpet and put me down beside them as they worked.
Curious I investigated a plastic bag, tugging it with my teeth. It fell off the box I had not realised it was perched on. It hit the ground noisily making me dart back to hide under Mummy’s skirt. Everyone froze, after a few moments of silence they all sighed in relief before scolding me.
Mummy explained that they were wrapping up gifts for the birthday of one of the little hoomans who owns me. (One of Mummy’s little brothers) I could not understand the obessession with hiding the gift under the paper but agreed to help. The paper was lovely and made a great noise when I bounced on it. Of course the bouncing only encouraged more freezing, worried silences and telling offs but I think it was worth it. Here are some pigtures of me . . . Helping!
Unfortunately I relapsed with the biting. I bit Mummy’s toe, tried to eat the wrapping paper and chewed a hole in the bag they later put the presents in. It was funny when the lifted the bag up and some of the presents stayed on the floor, while others slid out as it gained height. Though I found it funny they did not agree. Aparently they did not appreciated my ‘helping’ and say that I won’t get to help again. Spoil sports.
Do you understand this odd hooman custom of hiding presents under ‘wrapping paper’? And do you ever find your help so unappreciated?