Poppy The Stylish Pooch: I love Turkey Day...

Christmas Eve morning (not that I knew that of course), I was woken by the sound of howling wind and rain lashing at the window. I would have liked to have spent the day in bed but then I noticed the suitcase. This big bag, on the floor of the study, had been gradually filling up over the last few days.

Now it was zipped up and looked like it could burst at the seams. This could only mean one thing, it was finally holiday time. Now that is worth getting out of bed for.

Stage one of journey: Black Cab. Very exciting. I had a good look out of the windows, watching the streets of London whizz by.

Stage two of journey: The Train. I do like the gentle rocking motion of a train, it sends me to sleep quite quickly.

Arrival in Yorkshire. Hurray! Back to the beautiful countryside and Christmas with my owner's parents. Time with my 'grand parents' is always good news for me. It means lots of playing and lots of treats.

This specific holiday I hear was called Christmas Holiday. I soon learned that actually meant Turkey Holiday (yum) and Presents Holiday (fab).

Opening presents on Christmas morning