At Christmas I wrote about a "rocking horse" that my dad made for Gabe that is actually a dachshund (just like our dog). Well, as you can imagine, it wasn't going to fit in our carry on, so it was stuck in Indiana for a while. Since no one in our family is planning a cross country drive anytime soon, my dad shipped the dachshund via FedEx. So about a week ago it came to our front door and Gabe was thrilled that it came in large cardboard box and grandma had packed a Gator Golf game in with it. He is already a golfing pro (which means he follows the ball around the house, occasionally hitting it).
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