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With apologies to the famous Christmas Carol, we proudly present the Twelve Sibes of Christmas. Feel free to sing along with us.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my Husky left for me:
Twelve zoomies racing,
Eleven holes a-digging,
Ten furballs rolling,
Nine leashes tangling,
Eight counters surfing,
Seven mischief making,
Six squirrels taunting,
Five woo-ing howls,
Four muddy paws,
Three chewed toys,
Two fences jumped,
And a toppled o’er Christmas tree!
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Our Hu-Dad shares the latest updates on his writing projects, the books he's reading, and other details in random musings posted on his website. You can check out his novels there as well.
Wings of Doom
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A simple nightly routine with my dogs led me to face the wings of doom, a hideous creature that lurks in the shadows of my yard.
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His books pay for our food!
