I can explain. Really, I can. I used to be a Very Good Dog.
And then my parents brought home this puppy monster. She started off all cute and stuff, but she quickly grew to be large and unmanageable.
I try VERY HARD to be a good dog, but a girl has to keep puppy monsters in line, right? Hopefully that won’t count against me.
For Christmas, I would very much like some jumbones, some toys that my sister does not immediately steal from me and destroy, and some bully sticks. However, since my parents and grandparents spoil me, if you’d rather drop my goodies off at a needy dog shelter, that would work, too.
We had to forgo the traditional milk, as no one here drinks milk (and we’d offer you single malt scotch, but I’d hate for the Utah Skyway Patrol to pull you over for DPUI (delivering presents under the influence) but we have some high-quality dog cookies for your Reindogs. Safe travels, Santa!
Um. I was a puppy for 94.7% of this year. I think that explains everything.
I would like lots of stuffies with squeakers, things to chew on, and my sister to let me have equal sit-by-Mom time. Right now my sister hogs the space right next to Mom; she’s there ALL THE TIME, and I’d like to be able to sit next to Mom, too, occasionally.
*kissey face*-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus