Santa

You better watch out, you better not cry, you better not pout, I’m telling you why, Santa Claus is coming to town.......

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Actually he’s already been, well, to our monastery anyway. He came last Tuesday. And actually his name is St Nicholas. Lily was frightened of him, but I stayed my ground and even deemed him worthy to pick me up! I am brave.

 

 

 

 

 

Have you been good this year? I of course am always good and I received a nice chewy bone, Lily did too. Though I don’t know why, she is never good, always setting a bad example by following the human pets around, sitting when told to, going to bed when told to. It’s hideous!

 


St Nick told my pet sisters all about how good they have been and all the good acts they have done this year, including, wait for it...... taking ‘dogs’ for walks, washing ‘dogs’ and the worst of all, clipping ‘dogs’!!!!! How rude! First of all, who is he calling a ‘Dog’? That is not my pedigree. I am so far above that, I’m a Cavapoo! Secondly, I take them for walks! Honestly, who sent him all this ‘wrong’ information? And thirdly, they should not be praised for that most unnecessary and frightful of jobs, the ‘washing and clipping’! That is where I draw the line! He is honestly lucky I didn’t bite him. But never fear I left him all in one piece for the sake of my dignity. He may be on his way to your house next, beware all you canines out there.