Hobo’s letter to Santa

Howard Baker - RN BSN

Courtesy photo Hobo anxiously awaits Santa Claus.

Dear Santa,

I know you have a list and you check it twice to see who’s naughty and nice. I want you to know that being the dog I am, I am sometimes a little naughty. Please let me explain my naughtiness and defend myself as Christmas night is almost here.

1. Chewing my human’s socks: I love my human so much when I found a sock I couldn’t help chewing it until it was full of holes. My trusted human being a pretty smart fella soon learned that leaving socks on the floor was a bad idea. So, I taught him to put his socks away and out of sight. See how good I am?

2. Eating my sister’s food: I want to eat all the time. When I was abandoned and on the streets I had to hunt for food. Now I am fortunate enough to have a loving home but, I can’t help myself I still worry about my next meal. My sister eats her food last and while she chews and savors every morsel I watch in agony. I can’t help myself; I will sneak a bite when she is not looking. Please don’t think I am a bad pup.

3. Eating money: I don’t have an understanding of this thing they call money but, it is better than paper towels. My human mother screams loudly and chases me when I grab a mouth full of money to check it out. Money has many different smells and is really interesting, but every time I take-off with money everyone gets excited and the chase is on. Credit cards—now there is a sure attention grabber. When I find a credit card my family starts jumping and screaming my name and chasing me around the house and when they catch up with me they always pet me and tell me what a good boy I am — it’s just fun.

4. Chasing Jasper the cat: Jasper is more mischievous than I and often lures me into games of chase. Once when I chased him he started screaming and running as fast as he could. He ran through the kitchen knocking over the trash — I was in hot pursuit. Jasper rounded the living room and in a single bound he leaped atop the mantle making noises I had never heard before. I thought to myself—wow how fun is this. He sat atop his perch — then in a single bound he was atop the lamp teetering and swaying; and just before it crashed to the floor he sprung to the sofa and bounced to the floor. He ran as fast as he could past our human as he screeched to a stopped just in time to look all innocent and admit no guilt. He slowly turned around wrapping his tail around our human’s leg, purring with a short meow looking innocently as if to say “that bad, bad puppy dog.” I just wanted to play.

5. When I hear the word BATH I run and hide. I have never had a bad experience with a bath and my human takes his time making sure every hair on my head and every spec of my body gets squeaky clean. I just want to say, “What’s a little dirt between friends” why so many baths?

6. When my human gets on the telephone and starts talking with other people I figure he is bored and feeling lonely. So I say, “Let’s play ball.” I get the best squeaky ball I can find for a fun game of fetch. I just want to play.

Santa, I know how easily someone could get a little confused about whether I am naughty or nice. I might be a little mischievous, but I am never bad. My heart is true to its final beat to those I love. So all I want for Christmas is to teach by example that happiness and joy does not come elaborately wrapped and placed under a tree, but instead comes from the heart and in a moment when we connect with what is really important in life. We realize that love of family and friends is really all we need.

Merry Christmas,


Please remember your local animal shelters this holiday season. Believe in the wonder, delight in the magic. Merry Christmas!

Hobo is a rescue dog out to make a difference in animal rescue and education. Please follow Hobo at Hobo the Wonder Dog on Facebook or contact him at: [email protected]


Courtesy photo Hobo anxiously awaits Santa Claus.
http://harlandaily.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/web1_Hobo.jpgCourtesy photo Hobo anxiously awaits Santa Claus.

Howard Baker


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