When Toby's gift from Santa Paws arrived, he was nervous. He's been pretty naughty this year, chewing photos off of the fridge…stealing food from the counter…consuming entire bags of treats when the pantry door is ajar…and even sneaking onto our bed. I gave him a preview of his gift by adorning him with a festive bandana from the box. What else could he think except that more clothes were inside?
We tried to put his present under the tree Christmas Eve, but as Ted says, "The Nose knows." Santa Paws had to stash the box out of reach on the top of the refrigerator.
On Christmas morning the grandchildren were eager to open gifts. As they got interested in their toys (at 2 and 4, they don't throw each gift aside to get to the next one) there was a lull in the proceedings. It was time for Toby to open his gift, with a little help from the onlookers. Toby had gotten his very first BarkBox! He mouthed the Yule Log gently before creeping away behind the mountain of wrapping paper to gnaw on it.
Amazingly both Elf and Log still have their squeakers intact (though once our grandson discovered the log, his father labeled it "The Single Most Annoying Noise in the World", and back atop the fridge it went). Toby sampled a heart-shaped lump of coal and decided more naughtiness is required in 2015.
Toby and I wish you a Happy, Naughty, Nice, and LOVED New Year!