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It's the same old story... we all have dreams, and they say Christmas |
Dear Santa,
Hey Santa, help me out here. One self cleaning kitchen floor. A cold Winter followed by a dry Spring An end to rawhide fights. Considerate dog owners who leash their pets An automatic Cocker ear detangler Doggie sweaters that fit. An uninterrupted night’s sleep. A full time "yard guard" A seamstress A lifetime supply of free vet care Oh, I know it’s a tall order Santa, but they say miracles happen at Christmastime... Oh, and could you please send an elf to take Duncan to puppy school… dogmama |
Dear Santa,
I fell asleep at the vet’s office the other day and woke up missing some body bits. There is a nice bit of black string where they were, but I would really like them back. All I remember is hearing something about "being neu…" and then it’s all a blank till I woke up with this massive hangover. I haven’t been good, but I’m a puppy so no one expects me to be! Please Santa… wistfully yours, Duncan |
SANTA!
OK, you fat worthless male creature, I want my piggy toys back! Mama swiped them and mumbled something about "mending them" but the worthless woman has not returned them! If you return them, I will make sweet, coy eyes at you and allow you to stroke my belly. If not, I’ll bite your insignificant male rump and show you the door. I've already ripped the squeaker out of my latex Santa toy - you don't want to be next... Choose wisely… I’m only good when it suits me. Emma |
Dear Santa,
I’d like to take this opportunity to thank you for all the treats and rawhide you’ve tossed my way all these years and remind you that I’m still alive and kicking and in need of edible goodies. Competition for goodies is tough in this house so please bring lots and lots so I have a fighting chance. Soft treats are best for my old jaws. The smellier the better. I would also like a doggie hearing aide. A fellow can't get away with anything when his hearing isn't up to snuff. I would not need to bother you for treats if I could just make selections from the refrigerator as I was once able to do - back when I could hear them coming... I’ve never been good but you haven’t held it against me in the past, so I am hopeful once again! Kindest regards. Please hurry, I'm starving here. Arthur |
Pssst...Santa!
Please make her stop writing about me. God knows what she'll blurt out next. What embarrassing details of our life will she share with the world in a future "tale"? It's simply got to stop. You're my last chance. I just hope this letter gets through. If the females catch me writing this, I'm toast! dogpapa |
HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO YOU AND YOURS!
(from me and mine)
dogmama
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