'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the 'hood,
not a creature was stirring, it was as quiet as wood.

When all of a sudden as I was counting some sheep,
the dogs went ballistic and kept me from sleep.

Now Baxter, now Khan, I said in a rage,
if you don't keep it down you'll be sent to your cage!

But the barking continued, then they scratched at the floor,
and I began to wonder what could make them so sore.

So I gathered my courage, and spied through the doors,
and you'll never believe what gave chase on all fours....

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HAPPY, HAPPY HOLIDAYS, Dearest Laurel!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Laurel, you're the GREATEST!