Dear Santa,

I've been good this year, mostly. But Mom says I have to be REALLLY good in order to get my special Santa Biscuit. So I thought I better explain a few things...I didn't mean to bark so much at all the baby birdies in the nest under the deck. Mr. Robin sure did get angry about that! I tried to remain calm when a chipmunk ran under my nose and I accidentally hurt Mom's arm pulling so hard on the leash. And I didn't mean to dig inside the house twice this year. Oh and I had that accident and threw up when the fireworks went off during a thunderstorm. That was me being scared. Finally, Don't believe Juneau Cat's stories about me. He tries to get me in trouble a lot. I sure hope I get my special biscuit again this year. Maybe you could bring me a pig ear too. I love those!

Love and Woofs, FredDog

P.S. I didn't pull any drapes down this year- I think that should count for something!