So Dad was calling me “The Winch” because I seem to have a heart that is 3 sizes too small.
And Mom has had every Christmas movie under the sun on non-stop rotation since October or so. And I decided that Mom and Dad needed a nice Christmas present so I decided to be nice to the puppy for a little while. You know, sometimes.
Turns out, she’s not too terrible a hound to play with. She likes to sing when I’m singing which can be fun and makes Mom and Dad crazy. And she knows how to paw and play with toys so at least once a day, I make an effort to play with her. You know, in the spirit of Christmas.
I hear little kids who are good get presents. I like the sound of that. I’d like Pup-a-roni’s wrapped in Bacon if Santa is listening.
I hope I’ve been a good boy long enough!
The Win Man!