This is Myshka and mom said I have to write you so my Christmas goodies will appear under the tree.
I tried to be very good this year. The few naughty things I did were not really my fault. You see Santa, I love ice cream and mom said I could not have any ice cream. I sat and watched mom put many scoops of creamy vanilla in a bowl for dad. Mom walked away for what seemed an eternity. I really didn't think she would notice if I had one small lick. It was so good that I have to have another. The second lick brought the bowl off of the counter and onto the floor. That is when mom appeared and lets just say she was not happy. She wouldn't even let me help her clean the floor.
The second naughty was not my fault either Santa. I love to ride with Dad in the jeep. Dad said I couldn't go this time and he would be back shortly. Well, I don't know what happened. Something possessed my Myshka body and I went into Dad's closet and pulled out his favorite shirt - the infamous Beach Boy shirt. This thing that jumped into my Myshka body ate the shirt - shredded the shirt. Dad was so happy to see me when he came home until he saw the Beach Boy shirt. He mumbled something about a Reyn Spooner genuine Beach Boy shirt. Dad looked at me and said that if he didn't love me so much that I might have to find another home. I had to go to time out for what seemed like another eternity.
I promise Santa, that is all of the naughty doggy things, otherwise I have been very good. So that being said, here is my list.
1. One huge antler to chew
2. A big new doggy bed
3. Venison snacks
4. A new squeaky toy