I would like a cute frenchie rescue pup to call my own. She must be a rescue and has to be a girl because Eloise is a terrible name for a boy. I can handle a minor issue or two, but let's not have her need surgery like a certain little rescue pup we all know and love. Yes, Buddy–you're perfect, but I had to pay a small fortune to fix that leg of yours. And then there was the time it broke again. And the 9 casts. And all those x rays. And your crazy skin allergies. You also stole my faux fur blanket from Restoration Hardware. But I love you and wouldn't trade you for anything.
So Santa, please bring me a puppy and $5000 to cover any crazy vet bills. And if you're feeling fancy, how about a boyfriend who wants to take both pups (and maybe the trash) out once it starts snowing. Ha. Thank you, sir.
What do you want for Christmas?