As normal, Bentley thought all the Christmas gifts were for him. Even when he was told that they weren't for him he still had to get his nose in there to investigate. There wasn't a single gift he didn't try and get his nose into.
He came to help me cook the dinner as well. When I say help I actually mean hang about in case a tasty titbit fell his way.
Bentley loves Christmas
to you all in Devon. Lxx
