Update on Red

Kris recently attended a Christmas Party at Red's house and is happy to report that Red is recovering nicely from his surgery. He proudly showed off his staples to the party guests and demonstrated how easily he gets around on his three remaining good legs. And as always, Red is the center of attention at his house.

Dear Santa...

 Thank you for my new hedgehog. I think she's beautiful! I'm going to name her Paris.

Story Time

'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house..."

I love story time.

Santa's coming tonight!

Count Down

I'm staying right here, next to the Christmas tree, until Santa comes!

Santa

For the most part, I've been a very good boy this year. At least, that's what everyone says... and I believe them. There's just one bad thing I did and I couldn't wait to get to the mall to see Santa so I could tell him my side of the story and set the record straight.

You see, I had this fluffy little squeaky hedgehog and I LOVED him. I took him with me everywhere. Kris kept telling me though, that he was an "inside" toy and not an "outside" toy and she wouldn't let me take him outside; ever. But one day, when she wasn't looking, I took him outside because I just had to show him to Cacee. What happened next wasn't pretty. Cacee likes to tease me and play tug of war; and well, it's hard for me to resist a good game of tug of war. And you see, hedgehog just wasn't strong enough to endure such rough play and... well, hedgehog isn't around anymore.

But, more than anything, I want a new hedgehog for Christmas. I have crabs and a frog and lots of other toys, but they're just hand me downs. Hedgehog was my very own. So I explained to Santa that it really wasn't my fault and if I can have another hedgehog, I'll never ever take him outside again.

Santa said he thought I was a really good boy and that he'd do what he could.

So, after we had our little talk, Kris took my picture with Santa and then you know what?  Santa whipped out his cell phone and asked to have his picture taken with me!

Ho, ho, ho!   Woof!

Red

OK, this blog is called Emmett & Friends. Red is not really my friend. He's actually Kris' friend. I only know him by smell. He belongs to Kris' boss, Bill. I smell Red whenever Bill comes over to visit and I smell him again when Kris goes to visit Bill. And I especially smelled him on Kris when she took him to the vet last week.

Poor, Red. In all fairness, I feel sorry for the guy. He was hit by a car last summer on Delaware Route 1 (very dangerous road) and was tossed into the air. The impact was witnessed by employees of the Candy Kitchen who immediately got him to the vet. (Bill was out of town at the time and Red had escaped his yard.)

Amazingly, Red survived, but his leg suffered nerve damage and never recovered. Kris took him to the vets for an evaluation and today he had surgery. The vet says he'll be much happier without having to hold that leg up all the time. I can only hope so.

Red, here's to you and a speedy recovery!