Santa was good to me. I got some new toys and yummy treats in my stocking but Mom and Dad sure blew it. They brought me home a foster puppy for Christmas! Ugh!!! The nerve of those two!!! They really pushed my level of tolerance when the drug that big, dumb, drool bag, Waylon home, but now a PUPPY! Do you know how bad puppies are? They want all your toys and jump and race around and pounce on you and want you to play with them ALL the time. Divas don't play with dogs. Maybe, when the mood strikes me, I'll play with my skeeky toys or balls, but never with dogs. Some humans may try and trick you and say that technically I am a dog but on the inside I know I am really a princess. She is really interrupting my beauty sleep. If anyone out there is sick enough to actually like these wild, little, needle toothed puppy things PLEASE pm my mom ASAP!!!!!!!!!!!