There's no turning back now, I'm all mixed up on my days. So how about a gift story about a child?? I mean it's close, right? Here's Frankie and Buster. He was our wonderful dog, seen here maybe at 8 months old. We got him 'used', long story, you know the type. Anyway, he was the greatest dog ever in the history of our family.(But don't tell Peep and Rocket) His genius was legendary. You can ask anyone in Frankie's elementary school. Buster was a shopping dog. He, not unlike Santa, could be counted on to get those gifts that weren't mom approved. The best year ever was the year Buster bought a fancy feathered fan from Nordstrom. You know,moms all find that kind of thing impractical and refused to buy it but dogs, well I think we all know dogs love those. Frankie was so in love with that fan. He carried that box with the big silver ribbon some how.. I'm not sure how he got to the mall (and some things are better left unsaid) but you could tell from the box, it was scrunched and there were teeth marks in one corner.
Santa and Buster were in constant communication over the years. CD's with questionable lyrics, Buster was on it. Makeup, Buster told Santa mom didn't approve. That's how it was with them. It was magic I tell you.
So that's today people. I just remembered that fan and it cracked me up. Its in a box in the garage, the original crunched box I think.Today is Carrie's day. She has a dog, she'll understand. Hop and over and check out what she's up to. And come back tomorrow. Who knows what I'll have in store!