MM and DD asked me to think about what I would like Santa Paws to bring me for Christmas this year.
I know that Santa Paws isn’t real, but for their sake I go along with it, so here’s my list...
1. To wake up and find I’m sharing my basket with Fifi, the hot Westie who lives across the road.

2. A convertible sports car, so I can sit in the front seat and feel the wind in my fur without having to stand on the door handle to stick my head out the window.

That’s it. That’s all I ask for - two things.
Of course, with my luck and owners I’ll probably end up with yet another embarrassing jacket that I’ll have to ‘accidentally’ rip to shreds on a bramble bush....