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…
All day yesterday, I had the weirdest feeling. I felt like I was being watched. I still can’t quite put my paw on it. But it was spooky, pooches.
Pooches! I already have my Halloween costume. This year, I’m going as Lady Woof-Woof. I think this one should get me a few bones…
Woof Up Dog Moms~
Happy Valentine’s Day, Pooches and People!
Dogs…this is our special day. After all, one of our most important contributions is the never-ending, tail-wagging, unconditional love we bring to our people everyday.
So here’s to all of you Fur-Teachers-of-the-Heart. Now let’s get out there and spread some L-O-V-E! Woof.
Pooches, usually I just stay in for New Year’s Eve, but this year I was in the mood to go out to see and be seen. So my friend, Ruby, and I got all dogged up and ready to go to the club. 
We were feeling pretty good in our boas and collars. But, we’re just two poodle girls, so we asked our friend Curtis to come along as security. He likes to be Security.
Our New Year’s plan was in full swing. We all snuck out of the house, and headed for The Bone Room.
But I guess I’m not really cut out for nightlife. The first thing we saw when we arrived were the bouncers. 
I started shaking, Ruby was wagging, and Curtis was barking his head off.
The bouncers looked skeptical, but then Ruby started to do the Nae Nae, and they signaled we could go in.
Suddenly this escapade didn’t seem like such a good idea. Curtis agreed, so we rounded Ruby up, and high-tailed it home back to bed.
I think next year, I’ll just stay in with a good book and a bone.
Now that the Pawlidays are over, it’s time to look out at the sky and pawnder all that I’m grateful for. And there’s a lot.
Next, I set my intentions for the New Year. Here’s my list:
1. Community: Make time for chew dates with friends.
2. Exercise: Lots of walks by the Bay, feeling the wind in my pouf.
3. Health: Add swimming to my rehab regimen.
4. Service: Spread joy. And cutetness. Wag more.
5. Life Balance: Stop to smell the roses, and the peE-mail.
I’m pretty happy with my list, pooches. Here’s looking forward to a great 2016…I think it’s going to be a four paws up and a vigorous wag year. Love, Harper