You know you’ve made it and you’ve been accepted into a congregation when your dog gets Christmas presents.
It was handed to me last Sunday morning. The tag, right below the bow, said To: Mabel. From: Shad and Gracie.
I let Mabel open it when I got home that morning. She loved it.
Mabel is at the kennel now, while I’m home on vacation/for Geep’s funeral. I dropped her off on Christmas Eve morning and I received a phone call Christmas Eve night. Mabel had been in a fight. A dog scuffle. She tried to take a bone from another dog and got her hind quarters handed to her. There was a nick out of her ear and a gash on her butt. Poor Mabel.
there's no place like gnome. 
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