Gundog rescue Claire
Thursday, December 25, 2014
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
Luna was nestled all snug in her bed;
While visions of venison danced in her head...
And when Luna woke, her stocking was there;
Did I miss Santa? Just a bird in the air?
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