Don't know exactly which day of Christmas it is, but I saw seven swans swimming in Morses Pond yesterday, and for once they didn't try to attack me. When I arrived home, I received another early Christmas gift: a delicious, juicy bone from Castor and Pollux, which Mom obtained at Tilly's, her favorite store on earth. Tilly's is located at the crest of the aptly-named Bacon Street, which I often traverse, and while I've never found bacon, I have often discovered chicken bones and other delectable treats deemed dangerous by my family. The ban on such foodstuffs seems to necessitate opening my capacious jaws, peering inside the deep recesses and retrieving said foodstuffs.
However, if one goes the legitimate way and purchases said juicy bone, one cannot expect one's canine to wait until Christmas.
Every dog has its dreams. I'm Tucker, a Walker Foxhound, who, like my predecessor Sparky, a Dalmatian, was adopted from Buddy Dog Humane Society in Sudbury, MA. We have inspired a doggie bakery, Dreams du Dog, influenced the construction of a 6-foot fence, and underwritten several veterinary practices.