It's the day before the Night Before Christmas. And I've been GOOD! Well, sort of. But at least I haven't ended up in my cage with Dad mad at me.
Yesterday, I told mom I wanted to meet Santa Claus, so she took me down the street, and I got a picture with Santa. At least she said it was Santa.
I think Mom got it wrong. This is NOT Santa Claus. This must be Frosty Claus, Santa's son. But why is he here on my street when he should be helping Santa get the toys and puppy treats ready for Christmas? Uh, oh, maybe he is spying for his dad and telling him when I've been bad. Maybe I shouldn't have done "you-know-what" on him, and maybe he'll tell Santa and I won't get any treats. Please don't tell Santa, Frosty Claus. I promise not to do it again.
Oh, wait. Mom's taking me out. She says Santa already brought me a present and she wants to show it to me. Be right back!
Oh, WOW! Santa brought me a brand new red and white floppy frizbee to play with. Look!
Happy Holidays to ALL of my friends from
all of us at DC Ranch in Arizona! Love, G
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