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Today I got to go meet Santa!  I was a little bit surprised that he came to California to visit, especially with Christmas so close.  It does make me wonder about his work ethic.  Those poor elves are up there freezing and working around the clock while he’s sitting here in a park in California.  Still, I did want to meet him.

Mom told me he was here in the neighborhood, and it was my chance to go tell him what I wanted for Christmas.  Since Rico doesn’t like to leave the house, and Atlas doesn’t like to walk very far, I had to take their lists with me, too.

When we got there, I was the only furry kid there.  Tons of two-legged kids were there asking for dumb things, so I had to wait patiently in line to be able to ask for good stuff.  I made sure to cover the list in my head before I got my turn.

I think Santa liked that he didn’t have to give me a candy cane.  Mom told me to pose which I did, and Santa said I was very well-behaved, and I should get what I want for Christmas.  Of course, I knew that, but it was good for him to say it aloud.

I told him that Rico wants more chicken and apple jerky treats, just like he told me.  I told him Atlas wanted a full-time petter and unlimited pupaccinos from Dutch Brothers, and he said both were unlikely, but that Atlas could get lots of petting and lots of pupaccinos.  I gave him my list which included jumbo or monster-size bully sticks and lots of nosework practice and events to enter.  He said he was pretty sure those wishes would be granted.

On the walk home, Mom assured me that Santa was heading back to the North Pole to get back to work and that he was not a total slacker.  She reminded me that he would have to be sure that the bully sticks got on the sleigh.  That made me feel better.



Atlas:  Did you hear Mom talking about exchanging one of us?

Mozzie:  She’s not going to exchange one of us.

Rico:  For sure Mozzie isn’t going anywhere.

Atlas:  I’m pretty sure I heard Mom talking about an exchange with other Berner people.

Mozzie:  That’s a gift exchange, not a dog exchange.

Rico:  It’s a secret Santa thing.

Atlas:  Santa’s not a secret, AND I heard her talking about puppy names.

Mozzie:  That’s a whole separate issue.

Rico:  She does have a gift for naming puppies.

Atlas:  That isn’t helping me feel better.

Mozzie:  She’s not exchanging any of us.  She loves us all.

Rico:  There’s no reason to exchange us.  She has the best.

Atlas:  So you’re sure she’s not going to trade us in?

Mozzie:  Have you ever heard her talk about this accounting thing called LIFO?  It means the last thing in is the first thing out.

Rico:  I was here first.

Atlas:  But….wait.  I’m the youngest.

Mozzie:  We are kidding short stack.  We love you, even if you are a petting hog.

Santa, it’s me, Ricola!


Dear Santa,

I know my younger brothers were very greedy and asking for all kinds of things for Christmas.  I’m actually pretty happy with what I have.  You see, Santa, I’m a rescue.  Some Amish people were running a puppy mill, and that’s where I was born.  They thought of me and my whole family as livestock and money makers, so we didn’t get names, get petted, or get treated well.

Once I got adopted, my whole life changed.  Now I get petted every day.  I get to sleep on the bed with my parents.  I have good food to eat, and I even get good toys.  My favorite toy is a Nylabone shaped like a dinosaur.  I share these with my brothers, so my mom usually orders these by the case so I don’t run out ever.

I also get a bully stick every day, and mom always gives me mine first because I’m the oldest.  I do get called Rico Freako because I’m not exactly built like a standard Bernese Mountain Dog, but I don’t mind.  I know it’s a term of endearment.

I really do not like to go places outside of my house and backyard, so if Mozzie and Atlas get a trip to Tahoe, it should only be for them.  I’ll stay home with my dinosaur and rest on the bed.


P.S.  If you bring bully sticks, will you bring them in a number divisible by 3?  🙂

Atlas’ Christmas List 2013


Dear Santa…um, I mean Mr. Claus,

Mozzie told me he provided you his Christmas list, and since this is my first Christmas at this house, I wanted to be sure you could find me and bring my stuff!  By the way, is your beard made of opossum fur?  I really like it, but I can’t smell it, so it’s hard to tell.

Oh, and what’s the deal with elves?  Are they puppy Santas?  I was thinking that getting those shoes they wear could be fun.  I’d like some that still have bells on them if possible.  It’s okay to bring  some that an elf outgrew.

I was thinking it would be good for you to bring me opossums or at least opossum bait.  I can catch them just fine.  I know they are nasty creatures, but I’m very fast, and I can catch them as long as they get here.  I will be very good and not bring any of them in the house.  I don’t need enough for the whole year, but, you know, about once a month it would be fun….EVEN BETTER, could you get me a membership in the opossum of the month club?  That would be perfect.

I do really like dog beds, and there’s a new one at Costco that I’d really like.  I do have to have somewhere to sleep when Rico gets cranky about my being on the bed with mom and dad.

I also really love bully sticks, so if you bring some for Mozzie, would you mind bringing some extra for me?  I always practice a good stand/stay for a bully stick.

I’ve been pretty good this year.  I know Mozzie told you about the opossums, but otherwise, I’ve been good.  Oh, well, there was the time I ate most of dad’s watch, but how was I supposed to know that is NOT how you become a watch dog?  After all, I’m just a kid.

Oh, and I might need a new collar.  Mine seemed to have a malfunction on one of my walks, and when I went to visit another dog friend, it somehow came off…well, it frayed…or something.  It was a really good collar I know because mom said she had never, ever seen a collar do that before.

I think that’s all for this year.   I had one more question though…do you have opossums at the North Pole?


Dear Santa

I kind of wanted to go see Santa this year, but I don’t think that’s going to happen.  I wrote him a letter, but when I licked the stamp, I couldn’t find it anymore.  I tried again with another stamp.  And another.  Eventually I gave up, and I was really thirsty.  Nevertheless, I have been a very good boy this year, so I am hoping if I write my letter to Santa on my Dog Blog, maybe he’ll see it and bring me good stuff.  Here goes:

Dear Mr. Claus and Elf Associates,

As you make your list and check it twice, I wanted to be sure you didn’t overlook me.  I’ve been nearly perfect this year!  I practiced obedience a lot.  I was so awesome at the Bernese Mountain Dog Specialty in Loveland, Colorado this year that I won ribbons.  Even a BLUE one.  Yep, I sure did.  [Never mind about that OTHER time I didn’t do “front” and instead ran around mom, peed on the ring, and ran out to play with other dogs].

I wasn’t like my younger brother.  Nope, I NEVER pulled on the leash so hard that I broke my collar.  Not even once!  I walked in heel position pretty often when mom took me out.  I tried not to eat [too much] goose poop.  I never took any of my brothers’ toys away [while they were paying attention].

I even shared my toys [while I was asleep].  I didn’t jump on very many people, and that was very hard work.  I don’t even lick dad incessantly anymore [usually].

I also wanted to note that I never killed anything.  Nope.  That was Atlas who killed the opossums.  I was merely a bystander [and taste tester].

So what I’d like for Christmas could include, but not be limited to:

  • Bully sticks, Thick or Jumbo, but not regular or thin like you’d get for a toy poodle.
  • Peanut butter cookies, made in the USA and preferably grain-free.
  • A giant plush toy with lots of squeakers.
  • Empty plastic water bottles.  Hundreds if possible.  I promise to let mom recycle them after I play with them.  I really, really love the crunchy sound they make.
  • An enrollment in a basic agility class.  I think it might not be as boring as obedience, and I do love to run around.
  • A trip to Tahoe to the snow….to play in, eat, melt, and enjoy.
  • A vacation with mom where she takes me for long, long walks every day.

Does that seem like too much?  Mom says I am the BEST Berner Boy.  Feel free to check with her….maybe not today since I think I might have left my elk antler in the middle of the floor where she accidentally stepped on it in the middle of the night.

Thanks Mr. Claus and Elf Associates!

P.S.  We don’t have a chimney, Atlas might mistake your beard for an opossum, and Rico would bark like crazy if he heard you, so if you could drop things off when the vacuum cleaner is running and Rico is out back and can’t hear you, that would be perfect!