Asa here.  After listening to Chuck Billy’s long list last week of don’t do this, don’t do that, blah, blah, blah…I decided to take matters into my own paws.  I’m going to meet Santa!  After all, why should I leave it up to Elves to tell Santa all about me?  First impressions are very important, you know.  And let’s face it, Chuck Billy has been on the naughty list more than once.  I don’t want to risk guilt by association.  Therefore, I decided to personally introduce myself to Santa.  Luckily for me, I found out from a well-informed two legged friend that Santa hangs out at the mall.  So off I went with Mom and Dad in tow.  Thankfully Chuck Billy declined to go.  Best for me to go on this mission alone, especially if we ever want squeaky toys again!

When I arrived at the mall I immediately saw Santa, and was pleased to realize that he had set aside that evening to get his selfie taken specifically with dogs…and a few cats.  I guess I’m not to only one trying to ensure I’m on his nice list.  As I waited in line my anxiety grew, and I started to squirm.  Just look at those Labs ahead of me sitting patiently.  How can they stay so calm when they are about to meet Santa?!  Thankfully, behind me in line was an older and wiser dog named Rocky.  This was Rocky’s 12th year coming to have his selfie taken with Santa, so he was an old pro at this Christmas stuff.  I told him all about Chuck Billy’s rules, and believe it or not he heartily agreed with him.  I guess Chuck Billy isn’t as paranoid as I thought.  Anyways, Rocky stoically waited besides me, calming my nerves, and reminding me there was no use chasing my tail at a time like this!

As I waited, I met a strange Elf.  She was about double the size of the ones that sit on our mantle at home, and was way more active.  She stood opposite me for several minutes making gurgling noises and pointing.  What was she saying?!  Was this how Elves report information to Santa?  I knew Santa must have sent this Elf to test me, so I politely sat and didn’t dare move a paw.  Time seemed to drag on forever, but Mom assured me that we were only there 10 minutes.  As the line slowly inched along, my moment with Santa approached and I quickly checked my appearance in the glass balls Chuck Billy had warned me about.  I wasn’t going to fall for that trap like some dogs!

Finally it was my turn to meet Santa!  Santa is AWESOME!  He gave me a big pat on the head, and said it was nice to meet me.  He even let me sit on his chair with him, which is something Mom and Dad never let me do at home.  Then as we posed for our selfie, he said the words I was wanting to hear, “Good Boy!”  I did it!  I got us on the Nice List!!  Mission accomplished!