It is 4 days to Pugmas, and we are ready to dig into our stockings. They smell so good that there must be something awesome in them. Mom keeps telling us we have to have patience. She just doesn't understand, its so hard being a pug. People always want you to do what they say, not get into anything we aren't supposed to, and to be good. That last one is the hardest. We try, but sometimes it just doesn't work. We are ready for good goodies, toys, clothes and all the other presents under the tree. See we are waiting patiently, well sort of!
~Gotham & Alf