Dear Santa Paws - A Cavoodle’s Christmas Wish List
Dear Santa Paws,
It’s me again, Charlie the Cavoodle (the fluffy one from Brisbane with the slightly lopsided ear and an unhealthy obsession with chicken treats). I know it’s been a whole year since my last letter, but I’ve been mostly good. Okay, fine, mostly-ish. But before you check that naughty list, let me plead my case…
My Good Boy Achievements
First, I’ve been an excellent emotional support human-wrangler. I’ve comforted Mum through every Zoom meeting, Netflix binge, and mysterious late-night snack session. I even let her take just one photo of me in that ridiculous bow tie (okay, twelve photos).
I’ve also excelled at personal hygiene… well, kind of. I endured a record-breaking three baths without attempting to escape. And I only shook water all over the freshly cleaned floors twice. That’s growth, Santa. That’s character development.
And remember how I used to bark at the postie every single morning? I’ve really improved. Now I only bark on Tuesdays. Sometimes Wednesdays. But never Sundays. I’m a reformed pup, truly.
The Naughty (But Totally Justified) Bits
Look, about the incident with the roast chicken… in my defense, it was unattended and smelled like heaven. And about Dad’s socks … well, he left them out. They were basically toys begging for liberation.
Also, yes, I might have dug a few holes in the garden. But that was landscaping, Santa. I was helping aerate the soil for better grass health. You’re welcome, Mum.
My Christmas Wish List
Now that we’ve cleared up the minor misunderstandings, here’s what I’m hoping for this Christmas:
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Endless Chicken Treats – preferably the dehydrated kind, but I won’t say no to roast.
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A New Toy That Lasts Longer Than 5 Minutes – the last one’s squeaker met an unfortunate fate.
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A Bigger Bed – Mum says my current one is “plenty big,” but she doesn’t understand that I need room for stretching, spinning, and dramatic sighing.
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A Pawcasion to the Beach – sand, seagulls, and that salty wind in my curls - pure bliss.
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A Sibling? Maybe a mini Cavoodle? I promise to share (eventually).
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More Walkies – especially to places that smell like BBQ.
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Permission to Sleep on the Couch – because honestly, it’s already covered in my fur anyway.
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Some more of that yummy My Cavoodle shampoo and cologne, the girl dogs in the neighbourhood love it.
I know I’ve been a bit cheeky, Santa Paws, but I’ve also been loyal, loving, and very fluffy. Surely that earns me a few extra points? I’ll even leave you a bowl of water and a paw-shaped cookie on Christmas Eve (but no promises I won’t lick it first).
Please give all the other pups a pat from me and a treat or two for the good boys and girls. Oh, and maybe a little forgiveness for the ones who “accidentally” unwrapped a few presents early.
With tail wags and festive snuggles,
Love
Charlie the Cavoodle 🐾
P.S. If you happen to bring that new squeaky toy, could you also hide it from Mum for me? She has a bad habit of “recycling” them when they lose an ear.
