"You, I saw that." Growled Brownie in a very aggressive manner. "Where is mine? I fancy a cough sweetie too, my throat is hurting with this cold wind blowing at me all day. I get first choice, I am the eldest, you know."

" Brownie, I only have one and I am late for my 2.30pm conference call, I gotta run. Go to Santa Mutt he is well stocked up I hear."

I ran up the stairs, my heart breaking for these two dogs and the Chimney Sweep Boy and Santa the cork screw seller. How could I help them all when I was lucky to still have a job myself?