Streets have turned into rivers
Why can’t it be snow?
Santa Paws is coming soon
Merry Christmas too!
Wooowooo Efurryone! As a Christmas gift to our pawesome clicky-fingers secretary Mama, me and Sisfur Zoe at Swami Zoe’s Yoga and Zen have decided to take a bloggy break these last ten days before Christmas Eve and Yuletide celebrations!
There are just a couple things I want to share with all of you toowoowoooo! First is me and Nalle’s letter to Santa Paws:
And for those of you still looking for a pawesome Christmas gift for children ages 4 too 99+, Mama wrote a wonderful Holiday Fairy Tale called, The March of the Toymakers. It’s gotten some rave reviews toowooowoooo! Check it out:
The March of the Toymakers by Julianne Victoria, Based on the original story idea by Robert Thomas
March of the Toymakers follows the journey of Santa’s chief elf, Nissa, on his quest to save Christmas. Santa barely has enough elves to make enough toys for all the children of the world, so he sends Nissa on a mission to find the Fair Feather Maid, who will help them recruit an army of elves to become toymakers.
However, there are many challenges along the way, from solving riddles and breaking pixie spells to fighting off ogres, trolls, and goblins, all of whom wish to prevent the army of toymakers from making it back to Santa’s Village in time. If they do not make it back by Midsummer’s Eve, they will not have enough time to make all the toys that bring Christmas joys.
Check out the Reviews at:
If you want your children to be smart, read them fairy tales. If you want them to be geniuses, read them more fairy tales.
– Albert Einstein
Happy Happy Festive Holidays too all my pawesome bloggy furriends!
p.s. I may still sneak onto my Facebook page though. Shhhhhhh! Don’t tell Santa Paws!
Sledding in the snow
Hiking, running, and playing
Oh so nice and cold!
I long to wander
Across the snow-covered North
then home by dinner
Dance and play and run and jump
It tastes delicious
Though I am a snow pup and I do like snow, it transports me back to my puppyhood when sometimes there was only snow to eat.