When Gregg got home that night I met him with the news.
"Did you put it under the tree?" I asked him about the gift.
"No," replied my lovely husband, "Last time I saw it, it was on the kitchen counter."
I shook my head ruefully, amazed, as always,
that a blind hound would know that there was a wrapped present on the kitchen counter. Although, why Ray would think that someone was sending him a BOOK for Christmas is a bit of a mystery.
In an entirely different, but totally related, vein. Someone ate the top off of a cinnamon bun left on the same kitchen counter. It was tidily done; the bun never moved from where it had been left, but the frosting was gone. Although I can't be 100% sure, I'm fairly certain The Dumpling did it. She of the broad palate. Harvey has a much more refined taste in food. Juno will eat anything not nailed down.
So that's two of the three kids on Santa's naughty list. For now.