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| No, the bear is not supposed to have an exploding face |
Chimmie is in the doghouse. I know the title of this blog is "Life in the Doghouse", but since I'm such an angel dog and never, ever get into trouble, it should be called "Life on a Perfect Dog" instead. Chimmie has been so much sweeter and calmer for weeks. Right now he is sleeping on Linda's lap like he does every single morning, sucking on his woobie. Early this morning, she had to breath and count to 10 so she would not flip-out on him. If you read yesterdays post, you know Linda made piles of Christmas presents for Tier, Sarah and Taylor. There was also a pile for the Baby. Everything was on the new love seat in the spare bedroom. Even though the door is open, Chim and I never go in there. Well, almost never. While Linda was getting ready for bed last night, Chim sneaked in and grabbed the baby's teddy bear present off the chair and hid it in his den. This is what Linda found this morning when she went to his bed to wake him up. He was going to get a new bed for Christmas, but the money Linda was going to spend on him is now going to replace the bear. The only present he'll be getting is coal in his stocking.
