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With Christmas so close, every dog is trying so hard to be good. Well, almost every dog. Let’s just say a certain red-headed dog over at the Annex was tempted by a loaf of bread on a kitchen counter. An entire loaf. That was carried into the dining room for consumption. When the hu-grandmom spotted the debris (or what little was left), she dropped the mail to clean up the bread (sorry, there are no pictures of the bread carnage).
So when your mostly eaten loaf of bread is taken away from you, how do you entertain yourself? Remember that dropped mail?
To the relative that carefully crafted the letter, we did try to piece it back together and understand most of it. Sigh.
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