Tokki and after party

The weekend was one big ride again. I finally dusted off my bow tie and took my two masters out. It turns out that during Christmas you have to visit many Christmas parties, not just open presents. So we went to at least one too.

It was just awesome – a lot of people, no cigarette smell (as my female master feared), pleasant music and especially those HUGE tables full of food. And since my masters approved the local food as Tokkifriendly, during the evening I could try out a couple (dozens) canapés. And because they were so tiny, my fit waistline won’t get hurt. The best ones were the beef tartar ones on cheese biscuit, then salmon tartar on the cucumber slice. I have to admit the cucumber was slightly weaker compared to cheese biscuit but my master told me I need to eat some cucumber or I won’t get any more of the beef tartar. So I just swallowed that slimy wheel and ate some beef on it to rectify the taste. If my masters wouldn’t be there, I’d crawl under the table and spat out the watery green abomination.

Further I have seen oat biscuit with excellent pink roast beef and for the first time I have also tasted those weird pink worms, which my male master calls shrimps. Considering how ugly there were, they were tasty. So I ate them with my eyes closed pretending they are the gingerbreads my female master made (which I cannot eat at all).

Over the night, when I had time to get acquainted with all the guests (I ran around all the tables carefully, not to miss anyone), I began to feel slight tiredness so I snuggled to my masters’ coat and fell asleep on the chair. I don’t know when the party ended nor when the two took me from the char. I don’t even know how and when we get home. In the morning I found some pictures in my master’s phone, showing my male master carrying me home. What a party. Just a pity my masters didn’t bring me any of those shrimps, I sure would love to eat some in the morning.