Deer Sandy Claws,

Its not mi fault. I wroted my ledder a loooooong time ago. Butt I gots a new ADT puppie Pal 'n she diddent know no bedder. It was hard, butt I diddent eet mi ledder to you dis year. Butt I forgotted to tell Sarah not to eet it, 'n she did. So diss year, I gots to rite you on my dad's computerer agin. I'm verry sorry.

I figure that you read this listey every day, 'cause there are sooo mini important hoomans who read it, too!

This year, I have been reeeeeeeel gud and hav had ***NO*** accidenties in the housey! Sarah has had lotts, butt she is a liddle puppie, 'n she dozent know any bedder.

I only eated one thingey dat I wazzent supposed to -- mi GoodMom brounght back a special CD rekording from a Floot Konvention in Chicago, 'n I accidentally eated most of it. But my dad getted her a nudder one, 'n I diddent eat it at all

Sarah eats every thing, but again she izza PUPPIE 'n she dozent know bedder.

Unfortunately Sarah is reeeeeeel fussy 'n wants to be the alpha, so she is driving me krazy. The doktor thinks that is what is makin mi hare fall outen my back lately. Tha, and the way she keeps sneaking up when I'me a sleep and biting my back.

So for Christms this year, I want a Sarah-proff fur koat till my own fur grows back, 'n a supply of 36" baby gates for alla de doors. Especially for the big door in the basement where all those scarey boxes live, so that I can let Sarah keep them under control. And a puppie-sized muzzle that I can use any time dat Sarah bites mee too harde. And my own kar-kar so that I can do nose-art on it windows. (I would like to live in the kar!)

Sarah wants a 5-zillion pound bag of puppie fud, all of my toys, all 4 of my tennis balls, my kong, my bed, my kratey, my fud dish, my watter bowl, my fud stand, my blanket, my long leash, an my puppie treets. Please donte give her any of them.

Again, let me say how sorrie I was bout what happened 2 u last year. I diddent know that was you when you came down the chimbney -- I was on GUARD DUTY. Did your bottom get well where I bit it, 'n did Mrs. Claws fix you pants 'n coat OK? And I'me very sorrie bout what I did to Dasher 'n Dancer -- did Dasher's limp get better and did Dancer's antlers grow back OK? It was an accident. I thought they were helping you rob my hoomans' housey.

Oh by the way, if you accidentally lock Sarah in her kratey for a coupple of months so that I could get some sleep, that would be nice, too! You might need too add some sound-proofing on her kratey to deaden her howls if she kries...

Thank youu,
    Your Pal
        MerLIn