This year we went to the Humane Society to have our photo taken with Santa. My mom forgot about my skittish tendencies. She neglected to remember that I was terrified of Santa. I was only okay when I wasn't looking at him. Merry Christmas everyone!
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Sunday, December 12, 2010
Merry Christmas!
This year we went to the Humane Society to have our photo taken with Santa. My mom forgot about my skittish tendencies. She neglected to remember that I was terrified of Santa. I was only okay when I wasn't looking at him. Merry Christmas everyone!
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Dear Santa
Dear Santa,
First, I have a question. Do you have a dog? I hope so.
This is my second Christmas, but last year I was really small and didn't really understand what Christmas was. I was only 24 days old last Christmas.
I would like to think that I have been a good boy this year, at least for the most part. I did recently dig in the yard a bit, but that was because I was worried the dirt was gone forever. After doing some test digs around the yard to confirm that it was still there, I was able to relax. The dirt was just covered up by the snow. How was a dog to know that? I thought if I confessed to you that maybe you would still consider me a good boy, at least for my honesty, maybe.
If you'd like, you could bring me a bone. Tell Rudolph HI!
Woof!
Zig
p.s. The dog treat on the cookie plate will be from me.
First, I have a question. Do you have a dog? I hope so.
This is my second Christmas, but last year I was really small and didn't really understand what Christmas was. I was only 24 days old last Christmas.
I would like to think that I have been a good boy this year, at least for the most part. I did recently dig in the yard a bit, but that was because I was worried the dirt was gone forever. After doing some test digs around the yard to confirm that it was still there, I was able to relax. The dirt was just covered up by the snow. How was a dog to know that? I thought if I confessed to you that maybe you would still consider me a good boy, at least for my honesty, maybe.
If you'd like, you could bring me a bone. Tell Rudolph HI!
Woof!
Zig
p.s. The dog treat on the cookie plate will be from me.
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