Callie shred the tinsel as if it was grass and she was mow.

Then, she ate the entire festoon of living room’s mistletoe.

So, now, she has been banished to fluffy field of feet of snow—

Where she just espied her next task: a row to and fro of rainbow no-no aglow. ; )

After snack and a nap, what’s-up? pup propped self upon sill in order to chill and, as well, relay barks senary—

One each for ‘Hullo.’, ‘Squirrel!’, ‘Bacon?’, ‘Mom!’, ‘Pats?’, and ‘Me.’—responses of a canine nature both apt and plenary. ; )