Well, Cash is a BIG fan of Christmas! People come over, play with him, bring him presents, drop food... feed him beer. Thankfully, we caught that last one before he got too much yuletide cheer, but Uncle Sam (not that one) did his best to become Cash's favorite with some traditional male bonding. But after the vigil I kept - checking on him, looking in his eyes, feeling his tummy, it was official, he survived his first Christmas... and developed another new taste for something bad for him. I think we'll lock up the liquor on New Year's Eve.
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| I think if I work fast, I can have this thing eaten before she takes it away! |
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| Ol' Squeaky was asking for it. |
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| This ball didn't last 12 hours before I killed it! |
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