Dog c****d his head and dropped his tongue out of his mouth.
“I think that’s a ‘thank you,’” Thom said. “He doesn’t get called ‘cute’ very often.”
“That’s a shame. Did you notice our dog cookies?” She turned a cellophane package towards him, tied up with a red ribbon. “They’re great for doggie stockings. Santa comes for dogs, too, you know.”
“Ah, I see. And how much are they?”
“You can have them for two fifty, too,” she said with a toothy smile. “You don’t even have to dig for more money.”
Thom handed her back the change she’d just given him. “So, nothing on the kid, then, I guess?”
She dropped the money into the register and shut it with a sharp bang. “No, sorry. But you should be able to check at the office. There’s an application you have to fill out to be a vendor—name, farm, pho
