Merry Christmas, Watson!"Merry Christmas, Watson!", greeted Sherlock Holmes with a big smile and handed his flat mate an old cardboard box with a big red bow of ribbon untidily tied around it.
"Holmes, it's just the third Sunday in Advent", said Dr. Watson, raising an eyebrow and putting down the paper he had been reading. He gave his friend a skeptical look as he took the box. "And why are there holes in it?"
"Just open it already!"
Watson sighed as he carefully opened the box and looked into the big brown eyes of a rather wrinkly looking puppy, which was just about the size of a guinea-pig.
"It's...a dog", said John rather surprised and stared at the small creature, and then looked at Holmes with a mix of despair and bewilderment in his eyes.
"Very well observed, Watson. I see you're making quick process with your skills of deduction", said Holmes in a sarcastic tone and lit his pipe. "It's a bulldog, to be more precise. You're welcome."
"Holmes, I can't keep a dog!"
"Fine, then I'll just put him back out o