That's it. Now I really want one.

So what if he pooped on the carpet, and peed on my bed. And doesn't let me eat anything without being right there.

I want a puppy. Of my own.

Dear Santa,

Please bring me a cowboy, and a puppy. I've been real good all year.

Love,
Tommy Brad


PS: Also, Ghirardelli Chocolate squares with caramel filling. *dies* it's a good day.