Right after my baffThis here is Howie
I got a baff today for Christmas. Maw said I smelt like the bottom of a fish tank, and Santa wudd steer clear of my house if she didn't do somethin' pronto. She took me to see my girlfriend Nicole who adores me who gives me my baffs. Now I smell like roses, dog food, and farts. I hope all my good pug friends get visits from Pugmas Claws and get all the toys and prezzies they deserve, even AnnieSmelly.
