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.
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| 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!
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| 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.
YAY!! Christmas in January! Perhaps you could request that this occur EVERY month??
ReplyDeleteOh...dear! Santa shaken, Mr. Hoot with no squeakers, and chewies all chewed up! Laila, how will Santa ever come back unless you are a good girl from now on...but then reading the blog won't be quite as much fun!
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