So, the Fat Man just kept on coming to my house after Christmas while I was away in the land of sand.
If you could have seen the stacks of cards for me when I got back you’d have laughed your butts off. The peeps got only – let’s see – there’s the grandpeep, the aunt and uncle peeps, the car detail man, a neighbor or two and maybe two friends. BOL!!!!! Oh me. Sorry peeps. I must have better friends than you two. No wait, that makes me sad.
Anyroo, my gift buddy exchange, Taffy, sent me
a haul a wonderful box of goodies. For even the peeps. Thank dawgness for that. Because I’m sure They didn’t get any gifts, either.
Look at that Taffy. Cute, huh? Any pooch with a licker like that – and such good taste in toys and treats – is a pal ‘o mine!
Thank you Taffy! I’m ringing in the New Year right thanks to your grrrrreat gifts!
And thanks to all for such a plethora of howliday wishes both snail and email. I LOVE EACH AND EVERY ONE!