Twas the week before Christmas, and all through Spike’s house She sought out ways her Yuletide misery to douse. The hand knitted socks hung from the shower rod sans care Washed with generic shampoo also used for her hair The pooches were nestled all snug on the futon Dreaming of liver and dead squirrels and croutons When Warren in his undies awoke from a nap Announcing, In the laundry room a dog took a crap! She looked at the pack—Rebound, Bubbles, Satch, Tatum And promised if that happened again she would crate ‘em. more ›