Um. Since I am a chihuahua and my people come from Mexico doesn't that mean that I should be Catholic and celebrating Christmas?
This year Dad baked me some homemade dog biscuits for Hanukkah. They are in the shapes of Stars of David and menorahs.
Is Hanukkah over yet? No? Then I'm just going to lie down here an take a nap.
Okay. Okay. Enough with the pictures and the laughing. I am completely underwhelmed by this outfit.
It's finally Hanukkah again! Mom made me some special dog food for dinner. I look forward to it every year.
They say you are what you eat, but I swear I ain't no turkey. Not no way, not no how.
That turkey looks so good! I know I could just reach out and flip it onto the floor. There is just one problem . . .
This is our new friend, Tom. We are helping him run away from home.