Bite me, I dare you. Twice.

Hey,


Today we had 183 photos taken of the Claus with his public. We also had a few dogs - a Black Lab, Yellow Lab, Long-haired Shepard, Pit bull, Brown Dachshund, Brown/Black Dachshund, Yorkie, Yellow Multi-Poo, and a Shih-Tsu.


I also had what could have been a bad run in with an American Boxer. The dog tried to bite me with two different attempts. The first attempt kind of took me by surprise. As I was holding the dog's collar for the photo, it turned to bite me. I shoved my white fur cuff into it's mouth, grabbed its collar and stuffed my fist in his mouth as he was attempting to bite my hand and wrist. I twisted the collar and flipped the dog onto his back and held it on the floor until the owner came back to blame me for everything. I agreed to attempt a second picture (my mistake) and as soon as the owner let go of the leash, the Boxer was after me. But this time I was ready and in seconds, the dog was again on it's back with my fist under his jaw and my weight putting pressure on the dog. This time the owner grabbed the leash. As I let go, the dog jerked at me. I told the young man to leave with the dog and to not ever bring it back as I was really concerned that kids would get bitten. Elf Jeremy was there (he is a huge dog guy) and he agreed that the dog tried to bite me and that I was right to get them out of here.


Other than the dog attempting to take a chunk out of me, it was an average night...including the kids. They were average too. The only thing above-average is Santa. Need I say more?


Elf Courtney bought Santa a gift of fruit to eat at work. She knows the long days ahead will be a challenge and she is trying to keep Santa as healthy as possible. Speaking of keeping the "Claus" healthy, that ship has sailed as my head cold is in my nose and throat. I keep loosing my voice. Now some people may think that is not so bad, but for a gig that requires talking - it's a problem. However, the kids do like me whispering to them as I try to save what little voice I have.


Tomorrow is my last short shift...and my last laundry day, so I better go and head to bed.


When thinking about Santa, please pray for me. Good night.



Santa