I try to be a Good Boy, really I do. But my innate Hooliganism interferes with my desire to do the Right Things. Like sit in the Human's lap, cuddle up next to her in the night, and eat more of the fancy, good-for-me foods she brings home from the spendy little pet store.
Alas, like Popeye, I Yam What I Yam, and surely these small failings should not mean I will be greeted by a lump of coal come Christmas morning. Right? Right?