Mom says it’s almost time for Santa to come- just one more day…

Dad & Mom will get up and go to church tomorrow morning, and then go to have Christmas at Dad’s sister Dianne’s house, and then they’ll come home; and when we go to sleep, that’s when Santa will come and bring us some goodies…

We have been good dogs this year – well, for the most part. There was that time that Scout got that tin foil off the counter, and then one time I ran off into the yard next door and made Mom come look for me. (actually, it was more than once- but in my defense, Mom did accidentally leave me in the house one time and then couldn’t find me outside.  but I’m not laughing at her – nope, not me.)

And then there’s all the times that Scout takes something under the bed and chews it up, and makes Mom have to get on the floor to get it.

But we have both gotten better about chewing stuff up- I don’t know if it’s because we’re all grown up now, or if it just doesn’t taste as good as it used to- but we’re doing better!

And I’m gonna do my very best not to bark at the reindeer when they land on the roof- even though it would be fun to bark. If I wake Dad and Mom up, Santa may not leave us anything.

Merry Christmas ya’ll! (and don’t forget why we celebrate Christmas!)