The Christmas Ham

It was amazing! The door was open and right there, on the floor was the roasting pan with the ham. I pawed at the lid and it came off making a lot of noise. I think it was that noise that brought Quinton inside to see what I was doing.

There was more than enough ham for the two of us. We're pretty big guys, weighing in at about 80-90 pounds each. I made sure to hang on to the bone. I let Quinton have some pieces. We had a great time. I'd growl and raise my lip in a threatening gesture. Then he'd act like he wasn't looking at me and sneak as close as he could. I'd take a bite and Quinton would grab some meat from the other side. We'd play tug-of-war a bit and then settle down to chew the hunks of meat.

It wasn't long and we were both full. I wanted to find a place to hide the bone until I was ready to eat some more. I looked around in the garage. There was the perfect spot, a big bale of peat moss. Mom uses it when she plants in the spring time. It was wonderfully easy to dig into. I had no problem hiding that ham bone.

Quinton and I spent the rest of the day sleeping. My stomach hurt a bit, yet I was wonderfully happy.