Dear Aunt Debby:
We thought you might like seeing how we enjoyed your Christmas presents.
Margot: “I’m showing you nothing. I am NOT a Circus Clown Dog. Stop calling me that.”
Pixie: “Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.” (To human ears, this sounds like, Squeak. Squeak. Squeak. Squeak. Repeat. Forever.)
Guinness: “No, thanks. Did I see treats? I thought I saw treats. I’m pretty sure there are treats.”
Sugar: “I’ll play with the cute Santa–”
Pixie: “MINE. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.”
Who don’t you see? Penny. Couldn’t be bothered. Until these were opened. Then she snatched one and ran so quickly there was no opportunity to get a photo.
THANKS, AUNT DEBBY.
Margot, Guinness, Pixie, Penny, and Sugar
P.S. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.
ETA: Later, here’s the first fatality–Santa Toy–next to the seizure-inducing gnome.