The Death of Christmas Pressies

I knew he'd do it . . . I just knew he'd do it.  Dang it . . . IT ISN'T FAIR!  Look what Stanley (AKA Dr. Destruction) did:

He removed a squeaker from my favorite skunk Santa Paws brought, tore open the crinkle paw stuffie, and chewed apart the rope on the Kong ball toy that Remington sent him (that I loved)!

I was so mad at him that I could spit fire.  But then, something wonderful happened . . . it snowed!

I love to pee in the snow!

This snow is pretty deep mom!

I don't mind getting it all over me, it's fun! (BTW, I told mom I was finally big enough that I would NOT slip between the slats on the fence but she hasn't told dad to take down that TACKY chicken wire yet!)

Stanley likes to try and blend in with the snow.

We like to wrestle in the snow.  We played extra for our friend Roo who does not have snow.

It has been snowing all day and is supposed to snow through tomorrow too!

Mom doesn't like the snow much since she can't run on messy snow packed roads. (But sometimes she still does even though it is dangerously slippery.)

Mom wondered where Stanley got the glove in his mouth, then noticed her glove was missing . . . 

I like snow on my nose.  I always stick my head in the snow.

I think I look just like Santa Paws with my white beard, don't you?

OK Mom, we're ready to go in the house now.

Murphy