The most pitiful pup in the world.
I couldn’t find her anywhere.
Then I heard moaning from beneath the dining room table.
(See where years of little feet kicking my table have scratched it up?
I never noticed it until I saw this photo.)
And there was Lois Lane. A very sick Beagle. What’s wrong, Lois?
And then, something told me to check the bedroom.
Dang it, Lois!
Lois had found Santa’s stocking stash in my closet
and helped herself to loads of candy.
And then she jumped up on my new white bedspread and . . . well, I’ll spare you the details.
Santa will NOT BE HAPPY about this!!!
She’s fine now. And I think she learned her lesson.
But she may get a lump of coal in her stocking this year.
Ho – Ho – Ho.