 | | | his cousin Princess comes over to say "happy holidays" | |
| | | Cyl doing his Santa's impression | |
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| | | he's all groomed and ready for the holidays | |
| | | sitting under my table (his hut) | |
| | | posing with my sister, brother-in-law, and nephew/godson on their holiday visit | |
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| | | my sister and i each holding "our kids", Cyl trying to sniff lit'l Alex | |
| | | man, he's tired... sleeping under my bed | |
| | | playing with the rawhide Lawrence gave him as an early Christmas present... | |
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| | | ...while i'm stuck doing the laundry, he just keeps chewing | |
| | | my mom with her son (me), grandson (lit'l Alex), and "other" grandson (Cylinder) | |
| | | visiting lit'l Alex at my folk's home during the holidays, Cyl looks on | |
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| | | Cyl checking out which presents are his | |
| | | chewing on my homemade dog cookies i made | |
| | | Christmas morning... and its a White Christmas as we go for our morning walk/run | |
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| | | Cyl making fresh tracks in the snow | |
| | | Cyl a year ago in the snow during his first snowfall... | |
| | | ...and here he is on Christmas, the first snowfall of the year for us | |
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| | | Christmas morning and he's sniffing anxiously to get to his gifts | |
| | | but first another nap, as he looks out the window of my loft | |
| | | OK, showered and clean, let's go... Cyl and I before we get to the presents | |
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| | | he knows this one is from me, to him... | |
| | | ...there he goes, getting to it... | |
| | | ...and pulling out his present... | |
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| | | ...and now playing with it :) | |
| | | | from Dini, Tony, and Princess | |
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| | | from my sister, brother-in-law, lit'l Alex, and Hercules | |
| | | playing with the football from my mother and father... | |
| | | ...and wearing the shirt my mom got him | |
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| | | playing with the left-over wrapping paper | |
| | | personalized frame from my sister | |
| | | checking out the rest of the frames | |
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| | | playing "tug" on something else from my sister | |
| | | OK, everything's unwrapped now... who's gonna clean up the mess? | |
| | | playing in the snow later that day at my folk's house | |
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| | | he just LOVES the snow... runs and runs in it, shoves his face in it | |
| | | the end of the night (actually, early on the 26th) and he's just played-out! | |
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