"Come down to Genola," they said. "We'll make gingerbread houses," they said. "It will be fun," they said . . .
So we came . . .
We constructed . . .
We sugar-overloaded . . .
We played with our cousins . . .
And then it happened. . .
After the last suitcase was loaded into the van, after we had hugged our goodbyes, this girl developed a major case of bleeding heart. You see, about a month earlier, this poor, defenseless little pup began squatting in a bag of DI clothes in Yaya and the Babe's garage. We bought him proper bed, but Winnie was convinced he was going to freeze to death if we left him behind. SOOOOO, her sap parents turned a blind eye to this little stowaway in our van and brought him home.
Meet Poncho Choncho Sonakabitchee. The good news is that Tooder and Poncho have been instant best friends. Just a couple of old guys who enjoy naps, snacks and walking the fence perimeter in search of stray cats.
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