Mr. Snowman put in an appearance in my backyard, so I decided a proper doggie meet-and-greet was in order.
Hmmmm…this doesn’t smell like any dog I know!
After introductions, Mr. Snowman said I should go check under the Christmas tree. That’s where pressies are.
Hmmmm. Is this a pressie for me? I think I should open it and see.Sage! What are you doing?
Well, Mom, Mr. Snowman said I might have a pressie under the tree.
My sweet girl…you have to wait ’til Christmas. Santa is watching you and you have to be good.
And, besides, that’s not yours.
Uh. But Mr. Snowman said I had a pressie.
You do have a pressie under the tree that you can open now–from our good friends across the street.So Mr. Snowman was right. There was a pressie!
That’s right, Sagie. And there might be more. You just have to wait. Santa is watching!
But do you remember getting an envelope a while back, Sage?
Yes! Yes! Sweet Savannah sent us something and then you left and then and then…It was a little bitty Kong. Can I have it?No, sweet Sage. It’s too little for you, but Savannah passed on this neat award.That’s like a pressie too, right?
Sure it is…it means you’re special. Just like Savannah.
I hope everyone gets a pressie under their tree! If you need help opening it, let me know. I’ve developed a proper pressie-opening technique that I can teach you. It’s quite easy….