Bad Dog

The Siegel family spent this morning exchanging gifts and enjoying some secular holiday cheer. I have plenty of books and DVDs to keep me amused through the winter months and everyone seemed happy with the presents I had chosen for them. The only blemish on the day was the abscondment of the holiday stollen by Sasha, the notorious Agoraphobic Golden Retriever.

I should probably let my father humiliate me at chess. Maybe he’ll go easy on me since I just gave him a new chess set and board.