Psssst. Are we wearing hats or frivolous bicuspids?
Wow. Imagine that. A ball at Christmas. Now I know how human guys feel when they get ties for gifts.
Ooh la-la. It’s going to cost her six quarts of gravy to keep me from telling I saw her kissing Santa.
Yeah, I’ve got a question. Before you wake them up which one of the kids asked for a Christmas pup so I know whose toys not to chew?
I don’t give a damn if it is the night before Christmas, no one’s going to tell me if I can stir or not.
I’m a jumping, nervous wreck when they sing “Let it Snow.” I can’t decide if they’re saying let it snow or telling me no.
Here comes that one horse open sleigh again. But unlike years past the humans aren’t laughing all the way ‘cuz they’re all too busy text messaging.
Pinto is confronted by an angry union supporter for crossing the reindeer picket line to pull Santa’s sleigh.
According to the vet my excessive sleepiness is caused by the most likely reason of all, by having a heart that’s two sizes too small.