Santa, you were late. And I was upset.
While I waited, I "borrowed" Mr. Santa stuffie from my mom to cuddle for a little bit. His beard tickled my nose so *might* have shaken him a little bit. Sorry grandmom. I was a little upset.
On New Year's Eve, we went to visit my grandpa Steve and Michele.
|My new bed from grandpa Steve and Michele.|
They gave me a awesome, smushy, fluffy bed. Things were looking up!
Then, a few days ago, the UPS man *finally* delivered the rest of my Christmas present!
|Hellooooo, Mr. Hooter! Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!|
Santa brought a Hooter-owl and a huge bag of Vanilla-flavored rawhides.
I squeaked Mr. Hooter for about 15 minutes until I killed both of his squeakers, and then I moved on to my vanilla rawhides. I do love vanilla rawhides.
Hey, Mr. Santa, do you think you could come early next year? I will accept presents once a week starting on September 1st.