It was Cash's 2nd Christmas, and I think it's fair to say he thoroughly enjoyed his presents and all of the company, attention, and delicious contraband he was able to devour. Stolen bites of ham, dropped bites of deviled egg, and the rare morsel of sugar cookie all found its way into his slobbery jowls.
In keeping with Christmas Eve tradition, everyone got to open one present and his was a giant femur from the butcher! As confused as he began, he quickly figured out how yummy it was and has only left it to go outside and to get drinks of water from the kitchen faucet... Yes, the faucet.
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| It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas... |
On Christmas morning, he dug his claws into a box of squeaky toys and continued to prance through the house like a reindeer, squeaking and tossing them into the air, then catching them with his monster mouth. My hearing still has yet to return, but as he's already lost two of three toys, there is hope that I'll one day rejoin the auditory crowd.
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| You can forget about saving the wrapping paper. |
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| Do you think this means I'm off the Naughty List?? |
He's now bigger than I am in every way, and with the exception of his rambunctious moments, is so gentle and affectionate with little awareness of just how powerful he truly is. Of course, I'm not sure the former owner of the giant femur would agree.
<3 Happy Holidays <3
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