To me, Christmas means baking. I have always done lots of it - from shortbread to chocolate drops to gingerbread houses. My kids loved it and usually were a help in the kitchen. Now they are off doing others things of great importance. Well, at least my new baby appreciates me and my baking. On Christmas Eve, after inadvertantly leaving two trays of goodies on a chair in the dining room, my pooch made quick work of both. Not only did she not get the least bit sick, she also didn't gain an ounce. After looking at me with a tilted head and devilishly innocent eyes I said to her,"I wish I were you , you lucky dog. You have the best life!".
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