In a way, this was Duncan's first real Christmas. Last year he had trips to the vet both Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, and wasn't allowed to put any weight on his leg, so it was hard to take full advantage of the excitement. This year, he enjoyed it much more.
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He's been a (pretty) good boy (most of the time) this year, so Santa left him a stocking full of treats and he got lots of new toys. His favourite was an elephant that Grandma gave him. He rolled around wrestling it under the tree:
There was one slight mishap, in which my little angel was kidnapped and developed a bald spot:
Christmas dinner was fun for Duncan, because his cousin Taz came. It was less fun for Taz, because she is getting older and doesn't like annoying puppies. She considered Duncan extremely annoying when he pestered her to play with him. I wish we'd managed to get a photo of her exasperated growl!
By the end of the day, Duncan was a very tired little boy:
By the way, that's the same table he used to climb through as a tiny puppy. Hard to believe!
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