Here Comes Santa Claus!

Mom took me for a walk in the dark.  We NEVER walk in the dark (except to do YouKnowWhat after I've had dinner because YouKnowWho won't do YouKnowWhat in our back yard).  But other than that, we don't walk in the dark.  Cuz, well, javalinas and rattle snakes and coyotes and bob cats.  That's why.

So I was surprised the other night when she drove up to the Rec Center and then told me to get out in the dark. She started singing "Here come Santa Claus, Right down Santa Claus lane!"  (Believe me, you don't want to hear Mom sing!  But that's not the point.  At least I don't think so.  No, the point was she was singing about Santa Claus Lane.  And what do you know?  There we were on Santa Claus Lane!

Santa had a list of all the good boys and girls and dogs and cats.  Mom said my name was on it!  I didn't see it, but I'll take her word for it.  Why wouldn't it be?  I'm such a good dog!

We stopped in front of my friend Pooh Bear!  He's my favorite bear.  Actually, he might be the only bear I know.  Whatever.  I like Pooh Bear! 

We kept going down Santa Claus Lane. 

We saw presents and sparkly snow on the trees, just like at my cousin's house in Massachusetts!  Where I've never been, but I know about snow cuz I met it in St. Louis once.  It's cold.  The snow on these trees wasn't so cold, but it was pretty.

I tried to pretend I was a wolf howling at the Christmas moon...

It was all so pretty.  But my favorite part...except for Pooh Bear.  I really really really like Pooh Bear...Did you know that?  ...my favorite part was at the end.  That's where we got to wish everybody, Happy Holidays!  

And so from Santa Claus Lane and My House, to you:  Happy Holidays.

Love from G

(And from Mom and Dad, too)

I have a new cousin!

I haven't met my new cousin yet, but I saw a picture and she sure is a cutie!

Oh, no!  That's not my new cousin!  That's Javelina!  She was watching Mom and Dad play golf last Sunday.  She's fun but I don't think I'd call her a cutie.  Wait, let me find the right picture.

There she is!  Her name is Vicki.  She's named after my Grandmother.  She doesn't really look like my Grandmother.  My Grandmother was pretty.  This Vickie is just a cutie.  Don't you think?

Maybe someday I'll get to meet her.  Mom says we need to get the airlines to let pups like me fly with my parents.  Little dogs get to fly, but us big dogs have to go in cargo, and she says I wouldn't like it.  I think it's more that SHE wouldn't like it.  She likes me to travel close to her.  I don't think she likes to travel by herself.  That's why she takes Dad with her when I can't go.  Maybe we can start a petition to let big dogs fly in airplanes with the people.  Would you sign my petition?  I really want to go and see my new cousin.  Actually, I would like to go and see my old cousins too.  I've only met, let me see, my cousin Zach, and my cousin Frosty, and my cousin Kyle, and Meagan and Kelly.  I think I have a lot more cousins.  Cousins are neat.  I would like to fly and see the rest of my cousins.  I have an Uncle who flies planes for American Airlines.  Maybe he can get American Airlines to let me go see my cousins!

That can be our goal for next year.  All of us can work together to get American Airlines to let big dogs like me fly in the plane with our humans.  OK?

Anyway, my cousin Vicki, sent me another picture.  And it made me think of Christmas.

I guess I'd better start thinking about my Christmas blog.  It's coming up soon.  And I've been very good so Santa Claus will bring me good presents.  I'd better tell Vicki she needs to put the fire out so Santa can come and give her presents too.  It's tough being an older cousin, but I like being able to tell her about life!

Hope you have cousins you can talk to, too.

Love, G