Dear Santa,

The other day, mom came home and presented me with a box that she said was sent by "Santa". I was so surprised that you wanted to give me a box even though last week I lost my sh*t and barked at you for a good 5 minutes because your twinkling eyes make you look 'spicious. Anyway, there were other things inside the box because you are generous. I got a pair of my favorite balls because well... Santa is magic and knows that these are the BEST EVEEEEER for fetch. This works out well since mom says that i'm gonna loose a "pair of balls" soon. Mom also said that Santa got me a book for learning tricks (I believe her because I am a dog and cannot read). She seemed really excited because she wants me to be a trick dog someday. At the bottom of the box was a food "toy" because I am a "smart" boy. Really they should call them torture devices because who wants to have to work to eat? I am so food motivated, most of my other food "toys" don't stay full for long (Lol, Santa, mom had to use bungee cords to tie down my slow feeder bowl because I REFUSE to play by human rules and kept flipping it over). All in all, your gift made my day and my mom's. Thank you soooooo much for your thoughtful magic gifts.

Wet nose nuzzles and puppy dog kisses from Potato the Shetland Sheepdog.

P.S. Plz send more chimkin