Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Mom and Dad said some fat dude in red tights broke into the house last night and dropped off a bunch of boxes.

I'm inclined to believe them because I was so passed out from my peanut butter bone that I could have slept through a nuclear apocalypse.

Besides....I'm ok with anyone who breaks in a leaves treats. And squeaky toys. And rope toys. And frisbees. And cookies.

Next year, less eggnog....