Setting the record straight

Well as you can see, I've been having fun out and about in the snow this week. So much so in fact that I fear I've left it rather late to get in touch with Santa Claus. But it has come to my notice how he might have been receiving 'mixed messages' about my behaviour these past eleven months, so I hope this wee poem will set the record straight...

Dear Father Christmas

Let me remind you how I'm Nice 

(It's possible you've got it wrong!)

But 'Naughty Nobby' cuts no ice,

So many good things I have done.

When Gail lost Bertie and was sad,

I came along and cheered her up,

With limitless exuberance, 

And being just the cutest pup.

I love to travel in a car,

I never bark, or whine or yap,

I love to meet dogs in the park.

I'm such an affable young chap.

In cafés I'm so well-behaved

You'd scarcely know I'm there at all,

And out on walks, when off the lead

I generally come when called.

At night I settle in my crate,

And sleep right through 'til break of day.

And then, with thanks, I meditate

On all the fun I'll have today.

And all my so-called 'Naughtiness',

(No need, I think, to catalogue),

Can, without doubt, be reassessed

As great material for my blog!