January 4, 2009

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Happy New Year, everyone!

I messed up with my letter to Santa Paws.  I should have asked Santa for no winter.  And an indoor potty.  Silly me.  Because here's the thing:  I am not a snow dog.  Let me repeat that, slowly, so the bosses will understand:  I. Am. Not. A. Snow. Dog. 

Lucky for me the boss man got a very useful present from my grandma and grandpa.  It's for his studio but since he's on a break from classes until the end of the month, he said I could use it.

So now I have my own indoor sun. 

I'm not leaving the house until May.