First, mom tried to get me in the Christmas spirit. It was awful, but I decided to go with it:
Oh hey, I don't look half bad in this! I'm a good lookin' Santa Paws.
Sadly, the cats didn't agree with me. Boomer said I looked stupid and stuck his tongue out at me.
I thought a lot about what I might get for Christmas:
And before I knew it, it was time to go to GRANDMA'S HOUSE!
I got to play in the snow:
WITH MY NEW WUBBA!
We played tug back at home. Mom told me that I don't always think my plans through. I don't know what she's talking about.
And then, it was time for New Years. Mom said I couldn't have my own drink.
Now that it's all over, I'm exhausted. I think I'll just play with my ball. Or fall over while chewing on my antler. So tired.
