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 . . . )
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