It was the night before Christmas and all through the house not a creature was stirring not even a mouse.
The dogs were all in their beds with visions of bones dancing in their heads.
Joey on a rug, so trustworthy and loyal.
Buddy, next to Gwen, with a peaceful face appearing royal.
Blue was curled up in a ball. Happy to be near me, his favorite human of all.
Ben was beside my bed with his legs twisted in a weird position, totally unaware of his condition.
Last but not least, there was Norton in bed and totally covered. True happiness he had discovered.
As I drifted off to sleep, a smile to my face did creep. For our pack of dogs are awesome. I love to watch them play, grow, and blossom.