Dear Santa,

Let me start by saying that Dad reminded me about everything earlier and I'm sorry for the unfortunate misunderstanding last year. And the two years before that. I can only say in my defence that I take my dog duties very seriously and, well, let's face it, you sneak down our chimney in the middle of the night wearing a disguise and carrying a sack and what am I supposed to think?

Anyway, I hope you're feeling better. Were the elves able to repair your suit?

You're a busy man so I won't take up much more of your time. All I want for Christmas is a gross of tennis balls, a dozen Chuckit balls in various sizes, and a couple more Spunky Pup balls. And if you would, treats of your choosing so something will be a surprise.

I like rawhide. With peanut butter.

Yours truly, Clancy

 

(PS You might consider announcing yourself before coming down our chimney this year.)

 

(PPS MERRY CHRISTMAS everyone!)

 

 

(The pine in the distance was voted the most perfect free-range Christmas tree in the world. By us. So we thought it would make a nice backdrop for my Christmas photo.)

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Prescott-Russell Trail, Ottawa, Ontario

 

318. Clancy 5yrs 5wks

 

Clancy's YEARBOOK 6: www.flickr.com/photos/130722340@N04/albums/72157690680496806

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