Christmas has come and gone, presents were opened, doggies were treated to a long walk in the wilderness and huge beef bones, a large fire on the patio fire pit amongst the blinking lights and outdoor Christmas tree. Wine and beer were consumed and a spa preceded a dog pile on the bed. It was a Merry Christmas, all things considered, and if you were wondering, Little Tiny was buried in the garden in the shadow of his beloved barbeque grill. Once, while I was cooking, I stepped away for a minute and came back to find him licking the tongs hanging from the grill. I had to assume he always did this when I wasnt looking. As an afterthought to his burial, I stuck the tongs at the head of his grave, He would have approved.
Posted on: Fri, 26 Dec 2014 16:14:10 +0000
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