Two of the top women skiiers at the Olympics are from Minnesota like Todd. Unlike Todd, they don’t fall down the hill and get snow in their pants. I think they should add napping to the Olympics. I’ll bring home the gold. Then I’ll get my picture on a box of cereal....

Todd and me and the gang wish you all a Merry Christmas! If Santa brings me coal again this year, I’ll bite him.

I don’t just talk, I type, which is not so easy with paws. But I learned to use Todd’s laptop. Actually, most of the time…I am Todd’s laptop.

I’ve lived in Branson, Missouri. It’s great there. It’s like “Mayberry” with a cover charge.

I know what you’re thinking. How do I talk? How does it work? The answer is…I work, so Todd Oliver doesn’t have to. See, I’ve got all the personality, so I get all the laughs. And if you can’t laugh at a talking dog, you probably own a cat!

I wish I could trade places with Todd. That way, I could tell him to get off the couch! Hey, if you’re reading this, why don’t you get off the couch and come see our show??