Happy Bitey-Face, erm, Boxing Day!

Bitey-face is like boxing, right?  Sort of?  Maybe?  Oh, Mom just said that Boxing Day has nothing to do with pugilistic activities, and has more to do with tipping one's servants.  Does that mean Abby and I have to tip Mom?  I bet if we both jumped on her at once, we could knock her down.  Which would sort of be like tipping her...


*ahem*

Regardless of what Mom says, Abby and I are CERTAIN Boxing Day is celebrated with bitey-face exhibitions. 

We've got our anti-gravity boots on here!

This Boxing Day stuff is pretty cool!

But let you think we do nothing but bitey each other all day, let me assure you we do other funballs things, like chasing each other around The Bush.  (Ignore the shovel - that is Mom's 'waste management tool' - also known as the Poo Flinger...)

We could do this all day.  And frequently do until Mom gets cold and calls us in, and then we come running!

Heehee!  We hope everyone is enjoying the holidays - and thanks for all the wonderful cards from all our bloggie friends!  We got WAY more cards than Mom and Dad did!

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus