Wednesday, December 23, 2009

The Dog Ate My Presents

Every year it happens. Without fail.
  • Someone gives us a Christmas gift with food in it.
  • We don't know there's food in it, because it's gift-wrapped, food vacuum-sealed, and we don't have a hound's drug-sniffing olfactory capabilities.
  • We place it under the tree, then we wake up some morning soon thereafter to a fat beagle and a hastily opened gift.
Merry Christmas, Frisky.

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