Who is that Santa Claus?

Tamara keeps recalling some Santa Claus constantly (who brought me to him supposedly) , I get birch only instead of delicacies otherwise in order to be good. First what the hell that birch, secondly I may not be better already at this. But I expect the Santa Claus for all cases increasingly more excitedly. The dogs have own Santa Claus, and if he is not, then it man from where knows it, what the dogs would like? I believe it I write a letter to him sure, which is safe, with my wishes. I sleep on this, not too so plain to find one's way out, we the few things that I would like inevitably.

I am here again!

For everything reading big apology and paw nyújtogatós simi, but possibly the autumn depressed one his reason, how the writing was not going. The first snow, the big fan of which I am, fell however on a Monday, and as if the grey fog would have flied away from my heart. I hope for it very much at least! With the pack enormous one we were running around, we were throwing snowballs at Tamara, gazdival we shoveled snow, I adore the winter, mainly if duly snow-capped mountain! Much interesting one did not happen otherwise. Tamara was 4 year one, which entailed many celebrations, a party and a gift,. Barbiek and the ponies quite coldly let, a new bed got however. The bed cca. 120 cent tall ones, Tamara and my weed woman built up a superb bunker under it, from rugs, pillows, plush animals, with a word for an all kinds of dog liking, pihe-puha from a thing. And I am allowed to slip! We are playing together even, we sit around only scratching a stomach even (of course, that mine!) you are even only alone I am lying the macikon, anyway stunning entertainment.