Me and Mom and Dad always open our stockings together Christmas morning. I always get to pick first...just in case I want to trade. (I never do, but I have that option.)
I'm sniffing out some Twizzlers in this one, so this is my Dad's. He always gets Twizzlers in his stocking. Twizzlers are OK. Not my favorite. I think I'll pass on this one. Mom's stocking doesn't smell at all. Not a good sign in my world.
Now, to get the stuff OUT!OF!THERE!
LOOK!AT!ALL!THIS!GREAT!STUFF!!!! Well, in all honesty, only most of it is great stuff. You see that flat dog? Sandy must have forgotten that I'm deaf. Squeakers and crinkles don't do much for me in my old age. I think I'm going to regift this to Marley. I hate her, but I know she'll like this, and after all, it IS Christmas and she's my niece or cousin or sister or something that makes us related in doggie-world.
It really has been a very wonderful Christmas this year. And I'm giving gifts, too. (Good ones. Not that flat dog.) I give everyone the same thing. I actually give these gifts every day, because for me every day is a wonderful day to be alive. I give my undying loyalty, friendship, enthusiasm, and love---all given unconditionally....and I'd like to share them all with all of you....the special people who read what I have to say here.
I!LOVE!YOU!!! (Pretend you have been slobbery-licked.)
Now.....back to business....