On top of the dog kennel were the following notes to each of them that said:
Your mom and dad told me you were a great help with your baby sister this year. Because of this, I have decided to give you a puppy. The one in the pink collar is yours. She loves attention and needs lots of affection. I knew she was perfect for you the minute she was born. Please take good care of her and give her a good name.
I heard you were a very good boy this year and helped your dad move all the boxes to your new house. It makes me very happy to know this. As only the best children get puppies, I hope you enjoy your dog and treat him well. Your puppy is the big one with the brown collar. He is a strong boy, who needs you to take care of him. Please give him a name he will love.
Abby chose to name her dog Sandy, and Parker named his Colt. (No help from parents on naming, despite Taylor's anxiety on that matter.)
Here are photos of what might be one of the most memorable Christmas mornings ever.
Our tree: notice the boxes behind it.
Parker's requested present item: A Bakugan
Abby with her new dog: "Sandy"
Dogs eating presents....and so it begins.
Parkers dog: Colt
Abby's pup: "Sandy"
They look cute...when they are not peeing on my floor.
Can you tell its 5 am?
Lucy and I in our Christmas morning glory.