I sat down sometime late morning and realized... OMG, I forgot to give them their presents!! I jumped up. So, of course, they jumped up and followed me into the bedroom. (I kept their presents in my closet. I'm more worried about them finding their presents then my kids. Then again, my kids are a lot older.)
Forget wrapped presents and watching them tear through that. Forget getting cool pictures as they're handed their presents. It was... me in the closet, tearing through the bags, looking to see which dog is the closest, picking a toy, tearing off the tags, cussing out the stickers that say "squeak me" and tossing the toy out the closet to them. Lather, rinse, repeat, 7 times.
Why 7 times, you ask? Simple, the first 2 came back for more before I was done!! For the next hour, it was nothing but tossing toys around, massive squeaking going on and dogs running every which way. Within 10 minutes, Jackson had torn a scarf off a bear. This resulted in the bear's head being ripped open. There went one toy into the to be sewn up pile. Astra, the slightly over-weight 6lb papillon running every which way after a mini ball. Kali doing a death shake on any toy she could get her mouth on. Brianna tossing small stuffies up in the air.
And last but not least, Tina. My dear sweet, gentle, kind Tina. She was busy darting in and out of a 24' crate trying to hoard all the toys!! Sad for her, I was on the floor near the crate and kept reaching in and tossing one out. That's about as close as she usually comes to playing fetch.
I took this picture after all the insanity was finally over. This is her pile.
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