A Christmas Wish

Buster Baker, adopted summer 2006, and his sister Cleo had a run in with a jolly old fellow dressed in a suit of red. They were offered a warm lap to share their innermost desires.

Santa expected to hear of mountains of bones, endless sqeakers and visions of fresh meat dancing in heads. Santa was mistaken.

Buster spoke soberly of the less fortunate. Those who hunted for scraps of food and fell asleep hungry, those banished into the cold to endure the elements, those chained to trees and porches aching for freedom and those who had never experienced love in its purest form.

Buster made a Chrismas wish. A wish for all of dogkind. A wish that would end all suffering.

Santa knew this wish was futile without the aid of mankind. Mankind must pledge to defend the powerless and to help those who cannot help themselves. Is there a greater gift?