Pooches, I am so impressed by Remus. He has obviously attended Dogwart’s!
Santa Baby, please slip a little bone under the tree, for me.
Been an awful good dog, Santa Baby.
Woof-woof, woof-woof, woof-woof,
Think of all the fun I’ve missed. Think of all the gross stuff that I could’ve licked.
Next year I could be just a good, if you tick off my Christmas list.
Santa Cutie, there is one more thing I really need, my lead
Don’t want to always be on the line, Santa Honey,
So hurry down and take it tonight. Me-ow.
Flashback to Halloween 2012, pooches. I was only ten weeks old, and couldn’t fit into my witch hat yet.
Truthfully, pooches, I’d like pumpkin season a lot more if it didn’t mean my person was going to slap a wig and costume on me any minute now…
Pooches, I heard the word B-A-T-H, so I camouflaged myself as a garden flower. Pawsitively brilliant! I don’t think they’ll ever find me~
Ruby and I are using our cuteness super power to help Get Out the Vote, and we’re not playin’…we’ll do that later.
I really love my new computer background, pooches. I could look at it for hours. Or at least until my food gets here.
to remind you to…
Pooches…If you’re pawndering why your person is busy digging through her closet like a mad woman…not to worry. Women all over the world are simultaneously trying to find their dog-gone pussy hat for the Women’s March. Go grab a bone and relax. This could take a while.
Pooches! I think of myself as a down to earth dog. Most of the time, I prefer subtle neck wear. But today when I was cleaning up for the New Year, I noticed my closet looks like it belongs to a drag queen – sequins, tulle, costumes, pink and silver sunglasses, and even a Carmen Miranda headpiece and skirt. Wow and woof!