Talking to the man in red
It’s me, Jake. Some people also know me as RoadDog.
This year I thought I’d write you a letter, not because you don’t always bring me great things for Christmas, but because I’m a more mature dog now and I have a few larger wishes. I’ll get to those later.
First of all Santa, I hope you and Mrs. Claus and your elves and reindeer had a wonderful year. I’ve never met a reindeer, but I like to watch the deer in our yard sometimes and sniff where they’ve walked, so I’m sure I’d like your reindeer too.
Come to think of it, I’ve never met an elf either, but they seem like lots of fun and I really love to have fun, so I’m sure I’d like your elves. Mom has a new elf thing that she really likes that lies around the living room. He’s pretty quiet but he has a mischievous look and I’m hoping he’ll cut loose one of these days and play with me when Mom and Dad aren’t home. Mom doesn’t seem to think that’s such a good idea though.
So, Christmas is coming soon. Please, if it’s not too much trouble, could you fill my stocking with treats and toys like last year. I’m all about my belly and I love treats. And even though I have dozens of toys (yes, I am a bit spoiled that way) I always like to have new squeakies to play with, especially on Christmas. I even take them to my grandparents’ house when we go for Christmas dinner.
Oh, but Santa, could you please not bring anymore of that shampoo stuff. Mom insists on using it to bath me and I really don’t like that at all. She just doesn’t seem to understand that I’m a boy dog and I really don’t care if I smell good or not. She took me back in that shower again yesterday and I was not impressed.
Now for some of the bigger stuff. Please Santa could you bring good weather next summer so Mom and Dad and I can go riding. I love to ride in my carrier on the back of Dad’s bike and explore new places and visit familiar ones. We didn’t get to do a lot of that this year — the weather was wet and then Dad fell off that ladder and we couldn’t ride in September and October when it was so nice outside. I would really like to ride more next year and so would my humans. It makes us all so happy.
And speaking of happy, Santa I know this might be a tall order but could you please help other dogs who may not be as lucky as me. I have a pretty good life. I know there are dogs in shelters who don’t have their own humans and dogs who are left tied to trees in backyards who may feel sad and neglected. All dogs should have good lives, so please, Santa, do what you can.
Oh and one last thing Santa, well two really. Could you please bring Mom some inspiration for her blog. She says she’s running out of ideas. And maybe you could bring her another one of those elf things she’s so fond of lately and put it under the tree from me — you know, just in case I find a way to play with the one she has now. I’m trying to be good, I know you’re watching, but sometimes a dog just wants to have fun.
I’ll leave you some cookies and milk Santa. I love cookies and I hear you do too.