A Stocking Full of Kibble

Like storm clouds on the horizon, the family is gathering for Christmas and everyone is a little stressed. My mother lives here in Greensboro. My sister and her husband live in Burlington. My two brothers are coming in from Orlando and Atlanta.

So, what's the problem? Dogs! We have two dogs, my sister has two dogs, my mom has one dog, my younger brother is bringing his two dogs and my older brother is bringing his dog. That's nearly enough to make up a sled team for the Iditarod, but there's no prospect of snow.

What are we going to do with all of these dogs? My two are all in a dither because they don't know what to get their canine cousins for Christmas. "Does Bruiser like Milk Bones or would he rather have a rawhide chew toy? Sure, chicken bones taste good, but what about the safety issue. What size sweater does Zelda wear? If I gave Murphy a studded collar would it send the wrong message?"

It's bound to be a lively holiday, but I guess it will all work out OK. I just hope Santa's reindeer don't get spooked by all the barking.