I've had to hide a rubber Christmas Turkey up high. The little dog can smell it, and she keeps sitting under where it's hidden with the most pleading look on her face. I have to tell her no, that Santa is going to give it to her, and that she can't spoil the magic for the 9yo. She doesn't understand, she can smell rubber Turkey in a Christmas jumper and she wants to kill it! It's going to be noisy bedlam on Christmas morning.
I wanna give it to him now but it's a Christmas present. He's gonna go apeshit over the squeak.
I've had to hide a rubber Christmas Turkey up high. The little dog can smell it, and she keeps sitting under where it's hidden with the most pleading look on her face. I have to tell her no, that Santa is going to give it to her, and that she can't spoil the magic for the 9yo. She doesn't understand, she can smell rubber Turkey in a Christmas jumper and she wants to kill it! It's going to be noisy bedlam on Christmas morning.