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,
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.
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!
Pooches,
I have a story to tell. Our nextdoor neighbor got a little toy poodle puppy, Zeus. My human was so excited. She kept telling me, “Now you can have your own puppy!” She wouldn’t stop talking about it. Maybe it’s because Zeus looks a lot like me. Maybe it was the red eyebrows. Who knows?
Every time we went to visit, I was friendly. The little guy is definitely cute. But I tried to keep my distance to show that I really didn’t want the responsibility of my own puppy.
In truth, I’m more of a career dog. I’m a therapy dog, I help my human tutor kids, and I’ve got the paw-blog. Plus, I’d rather be the puppy.
With all the talk about gender these days, I realize we still have a long way to go. I decided to put my paw down. And after weeks of going on and on, my human finally got it. She apawlogized to me for trying to pressure me to be something I’m not. And, of course, I accepted it. As for Zeus, when he grows up a little, we can definitely be walking buddies.