Well, I guess Santa is on his way. It's Christmas morning now. I'm on MST.
I'm freezing to death. It's too windy to have a fire, so Hen lucks out. Which he loves the fire and heat, but the popping scares him.
He's such a pansy for a pit. I always tell him he's an embarassment to his breed.
Merry Christmas Troops, Families and Readers!
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