Queue Sarah McLachlan music.

Hi. I’m Sarah McLachlan. Will you be an angel for a helpless animal?

Okay, no. It’s just me.

But wasn’t that so real? I know.

I do a Hell of a Sarah McLauchlan impression.

My version of Arms of an Angel would bring you to tears.

Literally.

Tears.

Anyway…

It is just so unfair.

Every Easter morning, the dogs wake up and have to endure pain equivalent to being drawn and quartered.

At least that’s what Fred tells me. Loudly and often.

All. Morning. Long.

Why?

Well, because there is candy. A lot of it. Hidden nearly everywhere. And the dogs can’t have it.

lollipops :))

Blaze’s response:

Fred’s response:

Marshal Dillon Dingle’s response (he has just been ordered to his ‘place’ for stealing a mini Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup)

Oh, don’t feel too badly for them. They’ll get the puppy equivalent of easter candy (peanut butter doggie yogurt) once my cherubs (ages 15 and 20) awaken and the hullaballoo of searching for candy begins (often complete with slide tackles if Double Bubble Bubble Gum is up for grabs).

In the mean time, I’ll just enjoy wielding my abusive power, and the subsequent dirty looks from the dogs, as I sip my coffee and await the pitter patter of little (size 14 and 15) feet on the back stairway.

Hey! Get away from that chair!

Thanks for readin’

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