Sheep Christmas

I am settling in nicely in my new home. We went to the North Pole to see how the elves live and I was forced to help in the mailroom:

As soon as they gave me a coffee break, I was out of there! I scurried back to my nice cozy new home and the next thing I knew, Erin, DJ and Chris were back. At first I was worried that they were going to take me back to Seattle, but then they explained that Erin is related to the family I live with and they get together a couple of times a year. Whew! I'm liking all the snow here and all the toys make downtime fun.

Racetrack!

I don't know if that compartment is 5-star safety rated

How does this steering wheel work?

Uh-oh

Not a baby toy, but still fun

I think they were a little jealous of all the fun I have here!

Merry Christmas!

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It's Finn!!

Hi everybody, my name is Finn Puxley and I am the newest member of the herd. Recently I saw the movie Toy Story 3 and I'm not too proud to admit it, the scenes of the day care really scared me. So I got myself on eBay and after a harrowing 7 days I was finally "won" - packed carefully in a box and mailed to Seattle. Ooh, Seattle, I thought, visions of raincoats and umbrellas and muddy boots floating through my head.

But when the box was unpacked, I realized that there must be some mistake. No kids in sight! Only three other sheep, and one of them had a horrible burn on his chin. Just when I thought that I must have ended up somewhere worse than a daycare, Erin came home from work and scolded the sheep for opening her mail and then explained that my journey wasn't over yet. She shoved me, DJ and Sheepy in a bag and we flew back to the Midwest as carry-on luggage. Then we drove in a car for a long time. I was beginning to get worried. This was more than I bargained for. When she finally took me out of the bag she told me to say goodbye to Sheepy and DJ then she stuck me in an even tinier and far less comfortable bag. Oh, what torture was waiting for me next?

It turned out, I was finally going to meet my new owner. Perhaps I was a bit hasty in choosing one because it turns out he is quite young:



Maybe too young:



But then I found out he is what they call a "fluff butt" and my faith has been restored. He's already taken me to meet Santa and promises that we will go other fun places very soon.