Today I am expecting from my true love (more on that later), the gifting of five golden rings.     This is very impressive, isn't it?

I'll tell you what is impressive and that is THIS WEB SITE   My little Mouse Person worked overtime and even more to turn this up.  This man lives in England, but oh my.     How much fun is visiting his web place?   And here are my rings:




AND THERE IS MUCH MORE.   There is a bit of a blog, as they say in England, and information about the Twelve Days of Christmas and a nice little music video you can listen to, and information about a Tree Festival and art, art, art and more art.

DId I tell you that besides being the World's Only (Probably) Blogging PitBull, that I also like art?  It is true.   My Mom hangs pictures above our water bowl all of the time so we can learn to appreciate things we see.    I asked her for a box of crayons for Christmas, but I don't think I will be getting that since I ate the last box that I had.    I told Mom that I had mended my evil ways and that I promised to stop eating my toys, but somehow I haven't quite convinced her.   It may have something to do with the bits of pink plastic that I pooped out last week after I ate Scarlett's favorite Kong.    But still.     I really mean it this time.   If Santa brings me a box of crayons, I promise not to eat them.

Do you remember when someone wrote a book about Painting Cats?  I mean the cats were doing the painting.    I could do that.  I am sure about it.

In any event, now I have found a place to look at all the illustrations about my SONG and I am sure you will be very happy to go and visit Mr. DEAN PERRY in England.   When you do that, please tell him that your favorite Blogging PitBull sent you to see him.

And now.  About the true love part.    My friend Blazer in Portland, Oregon, sent me a comment and asked me if I had a "true love" since the song was all about the gifts that someone's "true love" gave to them and that my Mom and my family didn't count.   Why does someone have to spoil things for me?    I could have a true love if I wanted to have one.   I am pretty sure about that.    I am awfully beautiful for a boy dog and I think that there is another dog somewhere in the world that would love me.     I'm pretty worried now.  Do you think I can no longer write about this song because I haven't a true love?    What if I never have a true love?   What is true love anyway?   Is that the opposite from having someone you love lie to you?    I'm really concerned.   

I guess I will ask Santa to pass on the box of crayons and concentrate on finding me a true love.     I already ruled out Isaboo Ray because everyone said she was too famous for me.    Maybe I shouldn't have been so quick to give up on her.      Oh dear, oh dear.
This is just awful.

Loveless in Virginia,
Bob