Hello everybody. Merry Christmas, my
name is Pete. I’m a dog. 2012 has been a crazy and exciting year!
First I have
to tell you about my boys! Will is one of my favorite boys ever. When Ma and Pa
want to put me out at night, I run and snuggle on his bed. Then they don’t put
me out. Joey is my other favorite boy. He feeds me. He puts me out sometimes,
which I DO NOT LIKE!!! But he feeds me, too. I appreciate that.
Ma lets me sit on her lap at the
table in the morning while she drinks coffee. That is nice. Then she puts me
outside, which is not nice. Pa is really good at scratching behind my ears.
Sometimes he sneaks me some bacon, but he likes it a lot too so it doesn’t
happen much.
Oh, I just
remembered the time of the days of lots of outside time. It happened TWICE! My
boys and Ma and Pa went some castle that is owned by a mouse or something. I
had to stay outside A LOT!!! They say they had fun, but I saw a picture and I
think they are crazy. Do they look
normal? When they got home I had to do eight happy spins and then lick them
each on the face.
A different time, I had to stay
outside a lot again. Ma and Pa went someplace called Brazil. They probably have
bacon there or something because they went last year too and think it’s a
pretty special place. They called it a mission trip. I go on missions to find
bacon or cheese and to save the world from being enslaved by geese of doom, but
I think what they did might have been different. I found a picture of that too.
Some people
think I am a goofy dog. I guess it is because I have a pet dragon named Bob and
spend a lot of time battling the geese of doom down by the lake. But my life is
full of love, laughter, and imagination. These things make a house a home, make
a Christmas happy, and can make life worth living for this little puppy.
On behalf of
my people, I want to wish you a merry Christmas and happy holidays. May it be
filled with love, laughter, and a little imagination too. And bacon.
Love,
Pete (and
David, Christy, Joey, and Will too)
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