So Jaws thinks Santa is coming down her chimney with a swanky sweater. Hohoho! Dream on sunshine.
She’s naughty at least ninety percent of the time. That sweater would be tinsel in seconds.
I can hear you all now. She’s just a baby. You’re too hard on her. She’s so cute.
Well let me tell you I’m no grinch but she’s a demon, causes me to have to get up at the streak of dawn just so I can eat my brekkie in peace.
I need to find some carol singers and send her out with them to freeze to death.
Oh how I long for days when it was a one dog show in this kennel.