Watson's first, and probably last visit to Santa. Santa was inconveniently located at the very end of a very large, very muddy tree farm. Watson was a mess. He was a happy mess, but a muddy puppy nonetheless. Santa wasn't too thrilled to have a wet, dirty puppy placed on his lap, although, a puppy's got to be better than most wet, dirty children who are placed there. I wish I could say that Watson asked for world peace, but all he wanted were more beef tracheas, and some air-chilled chicken drumettes.