Dear Santapaws,

Dear Santapaws,

Ziva here. I've been thinking about this year a lot, about whether I've been a good girl or a bad girl. I know last year I promised to be a good girl, but since I know Dante is going to tattle I figured I'd just come clean and hope that you'd go easy on me. I have a confession to make, being bad is fun!


I know I promised to quite eating mom's rugs, but just one isn't to bad don't you think? It wasn't that important, they just wiped their feet on it. Also, towels? I ate a couple of those too, but they were old and I'm sure mom doesn't miss them. But I've left all of the shoes and mom's stuffy's alone, that's gotta count for something.

You know what else? I didn't chase Merlot when he hissed and swat at me! He's kind of a mean kitty but I promised I'd be nice to him and I kept good on that promise he kinda scares me - maybe you can tell him to be nice to me this next year.

I've tried my best to obey my mom and dad, but those bbq rib drippings and bones were just too much to bear! Grandma got kind of mad but it was worth it, so maybe I'll get nothing for Christmas but I hope I will! Maybe some more bones.

Since our move I've worked really hard for mom to not chase things. Mom calls them deer, I like to look at them but the feathered bowling balls are just too fun to not chase! Mom calls it turkey bowling and she yells at me, but it's so worth it to hear them go squawking and running and flying everywhere. Man you should see the feathers!! Something so fun shouldn't count as being bad, I at least know the difference between the feathered bowling balls and chickens - I don't chase the chickens so that should be worth at least one bully stick under the tree for me.

Oh and I've been a great sister! I snuggled a lot with Dante while he was recovering from his vet visits, I didn't take his treats and I cleaned his face and ears for him.

So you see Santapaws, I couldn't help but have a little fun this year. So please, go easy on me?

Wags & Kisses,

Ziva