Thursday, December 20, 2007

Dear Santa Paws

Thank you for the lovely calendar, which arrived in the mail today. My master (she's actually my mistress, to be technical) was kind enough to place your thoughtful gift where I can have easy access to it.

Even though the humans believe we don't have a sense of time, I'm glad to see you support the cause. Every dog deserves a schedule of vaccinations and groomer visits at eye level. Our right to personal time management is long overdue. Viva la revolucion!

Enclosed, you will find a photo of me with the calendar, which has been posted in my dining room so I can review the roll call of days at breakfast each morning.


One question, though: Cats? You gave me a calendar of cats? That's *not* what I meant when I said I was hoping to get some pussy this Christmas. However, I can understand how that request might have easily been misunderstood. I'll try again on New Year's Eve.

May your holidays be filled with the finest of butt scents and the brightest holiday cheer.

Warmest regards,
Brogan Brogan-Dash

3 comments:

Whirling Dervish said...

Oh my god that's little Lucy all over again!!!

LFSP said...

I know.... I was inspired.

Whirling Dervish said...

Sorry I haven't called you back yet...I will soon.

Harriet is at the fat farm, running off her NJ weight...