My Christmas present is growing fast. In fact, I think it's time to put up a photo of him and show him off to the world:
He's an Irish Wolfhound puppy, nine weeks old-- my dad was hiding him at a friend's house for a while before Christmas so I'd be surprised. He bought him for me as a late present after the party on Boxing Day, much to my mum's annoyance-- she's not too keen on dogs. My dad loves them, though, and I suspect that the dog's as much for him as for me. After all, I'm going to be away at school most of the year.
I need to think of a name for him-- something catchy. I said I'd Owl Dad to let him know as soon as I thought of one.