Wookie is getting FAR too much....but it is her first Christmas. (That's my excuse, and I'm sticking to it!)
I've bought an assortment of toys which I'll put into one big box that she can just dive in to and help herself. Balls, chew toys, tug toys, plush toys, a bit of everything.
She has also got a present from my boss and his wife, who check in on her when Pete and I are both working a late shift, from a young lass I work with who absolutely adores her, and from my mother, who insists she is Wookie's Grandma.
Oh, and we've bought a much bigger joint of beef than we need, just so Wookie and her feline sisters can have some too on Christmas day!
