Who Needs Sleep? Not Daddy! Bounce, bounce, bounce!

It's Chwistmas! And I lost my fuzzy mind.

Forgot Daddy's insomnia. Forgot he'd been up all night. When he finally fell asleep around 8 a.m., I raced in the bedroom, took a tremendous leap onto the bed and jumped up and down on him to wake him.

Ooops.What can I say? I'm just a very small white fuzzy dog. Daddy wasn't pissed. He put me on a pile of pillows and sailed off into the Land of Nod again.

Yesterday, as you know, I had a dreadful bath. But I'm not clean anymore! Nope, got rid of that nasty soap smell by playing with my country cousin, Sandy. She's that Pom I've been telling you about. She transferred all her dirt, grease and horse crap onto me. I smell so much better now! She's a true friend.

Mewwy Chwistmas to all my fellow bichons and their humans. Who needs Chwistmas pwesents when you've got a bichon already!?!

WOOF!

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