Last night was so confusing. A freaky fat guy in a red suit crashed a big pawty I had to go to. Everyone was louder than me and laughing and eating, when Santa knocks at the door. He makes himself at home, pulls up a chair and then my pawrents insist on putting me next to him to take a picture.
I didn’t know who he was, right, so I say “Hey fat guy, leave me alone!”
Snap! Goes Mom’s camera.
Turns out the fat guy is OK after all. When I woke up this morning, he left boxes with paper for me! Wooo hoooo!!!
“To my buddy, Wyatt Ray Dawg….
I guess I did somethin’ right this year, because there was lots of stuff for me….bones, toys, treats, and a very nice blanket from Granny Kay!!!!!
Thank you Granny Kay, now I’ll stay warm and toasty, and look fashionable too!
Merry Merry Hoppy Hoppy Howlidays Everypawdy!!!!