Fast-forward a couple of hours, and we arrive home to find wrapping paper and cardboard on the floor and the remains of one box scattered about. The rest of the presents were unmolested but the dogs had fished one package out from under the tree, unwrapped it, torn the box open, and devoured the contents.
The gift? A present for them from Santa (My mom). The contents: a large box of Milk Bones. Left to their own devices, the dogs had sniffed the one box of dog cookies out among all of the other presents and helped themselves to it while we were gone.
And this, I tell the dogs, is why Santa is bringing them each a kick in the ass this year.