Mum and Dad have been running around stuffing things into bags and checking lists twice. We think maybe they are Santa. Then they mentioned stuffing US into Dad's
sleigh station wagon (which is red, btw, mmm hmm, it's all making sense) at a very early hour of the morning and going on a long trip. What do we get out of being Santa's Fluffy Elves? We're keeping an eye on you, Santa Paws! We know your secret identity, and we had BETTER be on the woofing nice list, or we will reveal all!
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Stay tuned for our next update on Christmas Eve! We'll give you all the goss on Rudolph, and whether he is really just a Great Dane with a bit of a cold and those fake antlers that are all the rage.
P.S. Jack here. Mum tried to put the antlers on me, but I thought they were a
stuffy toy Santa's Reporting Antenna and tried to destroy them, mwahaha, in case he put me on the naughty list for no good reason. BOL.
