Doggone Grinch Christmas
BECAUSE I KNOW YOU WILL ASK, no, I am not done posting about Christmas. Not even close. Maybe in two or three posts I will have exhausted my efforts, give up and start posting about the size of my pants. Maybe. Maybe not.
So here’s the run down. Eddie. Eight-year-old Boston Bull Terrier.
Eight-year-old little you-know-what that torments us with staring at the ceiling lights, farting on people, barking to no end, and just being crazy in general. So imagine, you add Eddie with people, Christmas music, lights (oh no, the lights!) and a ton of presents. . .and here is what you get.
Once he has everything opened to his specifications, he does this shovel/backhoe maneuver:
I hear he’s even taken to trying to open presents uninvited. There you have it folks. Edward, perhaps the strangest dog I’ve ever met. He’s a Christmas Grinch that doesn’t bring the gifts back to Who-Ville, but eats them instead. Anyone need a redneck paper shredder? Anyone?
Oh dear, that is too funny. I love your lil pup! So cute! He seriously knows how to entertain on a Christmas Morn.
Dang! This is funny! I still say your dog Eddie would help Wilma (of Flinstone fame) more than the silly dino-vacuum she uses! Heheheh.
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