Santa: Well, hello there, Brinkley!  Have you been a good boy this year?
Brinkley:  Yes, sir, Santa, sir.  I have been a very good boy, sir.
Santa:  Are you sure about that?
Brinkley:  Yes, sir!  Most of the time, anyway.  I even graduated from my training class and was voted Most Improved!
Santa:  Well, then, what would you like for Christmas this year?
Brinkley:  I would like a stuffed bear and plush duck and fleece pig and a fluffy rabbit and, well, basically anything soft and squishy and stuffed, because my mommy won't let me have any toys like that, not even blankets or pillows or anything.  All I get are Kongs and Nylabones and rubber frisbees and balls.
Santa:  Well, you don't chew up the soft toys . . . do you?
Brinkley:  Isn't that what they're for?!?!?!
(I have it on good authority that Santa will be bringing Brinkley more of the same for Christmas this year!  Maybe next year . . . )