Dear Santa,
I hear that you make dreams come true during the holidays. If so, I really really want a bed. Thor, the dog in the kennel across from mine, told me about them and how comfortable they are. At first, I didn't believe him, but then in the play yard my friend Belle told me about them too. Now, all I dream about is having one. Well, that and chasing squirrels.
While I do have a bed in my kennel, I'm talking about one of those super soft ones that you just sink into. And not the ones on the ground, although those are probably good for an occasional dog nap. I'm talking about the high ones that are so big that you can stretch paw to paw across it, and still not fall off. I can see it now.
Don't get me wrong. I'm not a beggar. You'd never catch me begging. But a bed, oh wow! I can't wait. Come to think of it, the bed I want is too big to fit inside my kennel. So, maybe you could throw in a new family and house too? I hope that's not too much to ask. Just make sure they have a really really big bed!
Hopefully, Flicka




