Brie is beside herself. She's been trying all day to guess what the devil is in the bright pink stocking delivered by our young neighbor.
Upon delivery I was instructed it was;
a. for Brie, the dog.
b. it's not to be opened until Christmas.
So, we wait.
Okay, I've snuck her a hint or two - but she still isn't aware of the entire contents. UNLIKE the Unleashed bag she yanked her new bone out of earlier today.
Eh, life is short, chew bones while you can - enjoy, fluffy little friend and Merry early Christmas.
Oh! Here's a painting!