Tuesday, December 3, 2013
I faught my Santy Claus would have called me as his helper by now but he hasn't. Isa waited on the steps, Isa waited by the phone, and Isa waited even with the snow freaks cos standing by them makes me look less freaky. Santy Claus why hasn't you called a little black pug?
My new big mean dogs next door has nows jumped to the number 3 we thinks, or Mom needs new glasses. We nevers walk downs our driveway anymore we just gets in the car and goes and walks at the fairgrounds. The fat squirrels are all wesa have to watch out for out there. We feels sorry for them (the dogs) cos they don't have no pretty coats or walkies around the lake. Its makes our hearts hurt when we finks about them.
Maybe, my Santy Claus decided since he answered my Christmas Letter about making sweet little Tweedles all better, then I hafta wait till next year to be a sub reindeer...um...my Mom tole me that.