This post is all about my little brother, Andy Stanley. He became an official Santa dog this Christmas, and he disappeared on Christmas Eve; then, he returned early the next morning. He never really explained. All I know is, he brought me a beautiful new couture coat when he returned.
Also, do you know that my brother could be an expert crate racer. Yes, I said "crate racer." My little brother can pop the pan out of the crate, and then move the crate to where ever he sees fit. He can walk the crate to the door. When Mommy comes home, he is there to meet her.
Andy is loved, but it is a great responsibility to a big sister and man sitter(if I say baby sitter, then he gets a bit miffed). Andy has fiance, many of you know her and her pack. Andy's beloved, and her pack look just like him. They are all white and fluffy.
Wow, I must go and make sure all is well. I don't want a certain man dog getting my tennis's balls.
Sally Ann Phillips