Here is the pile, pre-destruction.
Goodies for all! There was even a gift for Cracker, but the minute the box was open his sniffer caught on and catnip was quickly detected. I only got a chance at one blurry shot before he disappeared to the basement, cackling and toppling boxes in his wasted wake.
It was time to give the dogs a closer look. Nigel was becoming a bit impatient, so we gave him a chance to dig in. He was not disappointed.
It took him all of two minutes to unwrap, inspect, and sample.
Nigel: "Dental treats, and yummy ones. Fresh breath for the ladies, look out!"
Next up was Sola.
She demonstrated even less patience than Nigel: once she had the paper off, the house erupted in laughter.
It was not that splintery little criminal Mr. Stick, but instead a close relative, a rubber version that lent itself to instant dismemberment and subsequent disembowelment. This was not lost on Sola as she immediately went to work, the rest of us doubled over, still hysterical over the "close call."
Nigel and Sola joined each other in celebration. Truffles looked on, impatient and unimpressed.
We did not skip you Fudgpants, we saved the best for last. Ponder the contents for a moment if you will....
Truffles: "I suck at pondering, so that gift wrap lasted about as long as Christmas wrapping paper in a house full of five year old kids."
Sure enough, we returned to the sunroom in no time to find truffles proudly displaying a new collar and dancing.
In her excitement, she had neglected the most important item to arrive with this love package, a rather passionate letter from Chester. We sat the dogs down and read it to them.
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By the time we reached the end of the letter, it was evident that things would never be quite the same around here again. Truffles made a run for Mrs. Author's laptop, and was last spotted clicking on far too many items in a gift registry. I shudder at the thought of her choices, which we will explore in a future post. Sola was in downtown Burlington in less than an hour, working her way through racks of sequined dresses. Something tells me she is looking forward to this maid of honor thing.
Nigel made his enthusiasm known in his usual way.
One day, one package, so many possibilites.
Truffles: "You had me at gravy Chester. Yes!"
One day soon, Chester will receive an official response, but I think we can see where this is headed :)