Thursday, December 23, 2010

Rowdy Says

My mama went on a short trip and brought this stuffed moose back for me. At least that's what she called it. She told me I could play with it and sleep with it if I wanted to. Now why in "doggie world" would I want to do that? I'd much rather chew on my chewie and could care less about a stuffed moose.

Don't get the wrong idea here. I am NOT kissing this thing, only smelling it to see if it's edible. Nope, this wouldn't be tasty.

I hope this isn't the only thing I'm getting for Christmas. If it is I'm going to be very disappointed. I know, I can regift it to one of those runny nosed kids that come over here once in awhile. Woof, woof!


Oklahoma Granny said...

Rowdy, I hope Santa brings you a stocking full of doggie treats! Merry Christmas!

Anonymous said...

Rowdy could regift it to Tootie, but it's as big as she is! I bet Rowdy was glad to see you!


Vintage Christine said...

Well, at least you got a moose, Rowdy! Our mom didn't get us diddly-squat, something about "times are hard" blah blah blah. Oh well, maybe the cat will poop on her pillow, heh heh. Merry Christmas to you from Holly Dog, Boogie Dog and BooBooKitty (and their mom, too!).

Anonymous said...

Merry Christmas, Rowdy. I hope you get more than that awful old moose for Christmas.

Gloria said...

Rowdy, try laying your head on that mooses body. It actually would be quite comfy for you I'll bet. Merry Christmas! Billy

Anonymous said...

I'm sure you have been a very good boy and will get a huge stocking full of treats from Santa!! :)