Right after Thanksgiving we hung the boys Christmas Stockings. YES, my dogs have their own stocking personalized with their name. If your an animal lover then you’ll understand. For the rest of you, just classify this one under “Crazy Dog Mom.”
So, as I was heading to my office look who I found snooping and sniffing (that sounded kinda funny, oh well) near the stockings. Hardy and House. I guess Disco didn’t want to give up his warm spot on the couch to participate in the mischief.
It’s a tradition we’ve been doing since they were little, so they know that treats will make their way inside sometime soon, but perhaps we hung them a bit early. Of course we don’t put their goodies in them until Christmas morning. It’s fun watching them check them out in passing and then give you a look like “What’s Up?” I repeatedly tell them that Santa doesn’t visit until the 25th.
As I was just about to end this post I went to the kitchen to retrieve my phone. Look who I found sleeping in the hallway (under his stocking). Hopefully he’s not planning on laying there until the 25th.
Funny little creatures they are.
Until the next word…