Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Gracie Belle

David and I woke up Christmas morning to our door opening and the girls telling us that Santa had left us a dog. Not just any dog, but a really cute one who was wanting out of her kennel. "No way," I said, not being able to believe that the old elf could have hoisted a dog into his sleigh, ferried him (or her, as it turns out) all over the world until the Keswick stop, and not lost her somewhere along the way.

Yes way. We trundled into the living room and discovered that Santa had indeed left a very cute dog in our care. Immediately we cared, and took her out.


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