The snow had just started falling, covering the world in a soft white blanket, and inside the houseâit was absolute chaos⌠the best kind of chaos. Christmas lights twinkled, the fireplace crackled, and the smell of cookies drifted through the air. In the middle of it all? Chooch, CiCi, Lala, and the rest of the crew, decked out in ugly sweaters and full of wild holiday energy.
Lala had a sparkly red bow on her head (which she tried to chew off five times), Chooch was barking at the giant inflatable Santa in the yard like it owed him money, and CiCi? Well, CiCi was sitting politely under the tree pretending to be an angelâbut we all saw her sneaking gingerbread crumbs just minutes ago.
And what better way to celebrate than with a little mischief? Someone knocked over the hot cocoa (weâre looking at you, Chooch), someone peed on the corner of the gift wrap, and someone somehow got tangled in the lightsâagain. But hey, thatâs what makes Christmas perfect around here.
CEO Kien stood back, sipping cocoa and smiling, because even though the house looked like a snowstorm hit it, the love inside was undeniable. These “filthy animals” werenât just petsâthey were family. The ones who made every day louder, messier, and a whole lot better.
The best gift wasnât under the tree. It was the wagging tails, goofy smiles, and that warm fuzzy feeling of being surrounded by pure, unconditional love.
As the night settled and the crew curled up by the fireâbelly full, paws warm, and hearts happyâsomeone whispered the words that summed it all up:
âMerry Christmas, ya filthy animals⌠and a Happy New Year too.â
And just like that, another unforgettable holiday memory was made. â¤ď¸đž
