I think the one who really made out this Xmas was Lucky, my lab/pit mix. On Christmas Eve, he received his stocking (yes, I know that stockings are reserved for Christmas Morning but he's a dog so I don't think he realizes that a big fat intruder is supposed to come in on Christmas Eve). He got a 'kerchief that says "Good Dog," a stretch of the imagination since he is most certainly not, the knuckle bone of some poor slaughtered cow who didn't get to see one last Christmas, pig hides, and dental bones for his somewhat "stank" breath. Also, the cat gave him dog treats. (Lucky gave him a whole bag of catnip.) He was overjoyed. I could almost hear the conversation:
LUCKY: Dude, I got you a whole bag of bud. And you reciprocate with a few lousy biscuits? Gee, thanks man.
TOMCAT: (licking his paws in indifference) And I'm supposed to care why...?
Oddly enough, it sounded a lot like conversations between my sister and me.
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