This post is dedicated to our furiend Margaret Thatcher at the Army of Four. We know how much you love boxes, especially ones big enough to sit in. Well, you can imagine how excited we were when Santa Paws left us...
THIS!!! Cinderella wasn't too sure about it at furst and kept looking around for the exit.
I assured her that we were in our NATURAL HABITAT, and as BOXERS we were supposed to be completely at home in a grreat big box just for us.
We had SO much fun hanging out in it. And look! There's plenty of room for you to come join us, Maggie!! We'll keep a spot warm for you.