It's me Daisy. The other day, I went to see Santa!
I waited in line for over two hours to get my sexy photo
taken with Santa. I didn't really mind the wait, because I
made a lot of friends waiting in line. Human friends that is.
I tried to make friends with another small beefy dog,
but he tried to bite me in the face wrinkle, so I
was like whatever. I also saw another pug
in line. I didn't get to play with him
because he was in a stroller, and
refused to get out of it.
Here is what happened on my Santa journey.
"We're almost halfway through the line! Did you see that
other pug down there in the stroller? How come you haven't
purchased one of those for me yet? Hey, how do you
think my farts would air out sitting in one
"I'm over waiting in this line. I'm going to take
measures into my own paws. Wait here."
"Hello ladies. How are we doing tonight? My name is Daisy.
I like deep tissue massages, gourmet chicken treats with
intense bursts of flavor in them, and purple poo bags
that smell like grape. Would you mind if I join
you up here?"
"Pssst. I'm at the front of the line! Don't worry about
how I got here, just hurry up before the manager notices!"
"Oh Geeez. I don't know which is worse, you embarrassing me,
or the fact that I just felt an intense fart vibration
under Mrs. Claus."
"Ok, listen close. I want a pony that can speak Spanish,
a pair of boots that light up when I walk, a cashmere blanket,
a 42 inch flat screen TV, a sexy man pug, and a lifetime
of purpley poo bags that smell like grape."
It's one week until Christmas!