Let me tell y'all a little somthing about me.

I don't see any reason to walk if I can run. And why run when I can race? Ain't nobody, not even Lyle, can beat me up the stairs if I put a mind to it.

Which brings me to my story.

I was upstairs, relaxing with my boss man, when I heard the doorbell ring. It's my dogly duty to greet everyone at the door, so I headed down in a hurry. Here's another thing you need to know: my stairs are hardwood, which can be slipperier than a greased pig if you've got little dog feet, which I do. Well, a little misstep sent me tumbling tail-over-teakettle down the last 5 or 6 steps.

I might have ended up at the hospital, or worse. But I didn't. I jumped up to greet the delivery man with only a little scrape on my hock. I'm fine.

The boss man watched the whole thing. He's having a carpet runner installed pronto, he says. He doesn't know how I managed with only a scrape.

I think I know. There's an angel on my shoulder, watching over me.

Well, if I don't get the chance to bark again before Christmas, I hope you all have a grand holiday filled with lots of toys and treats!