Clay Aiken shares mistletoe with dog

Poor Clay Aiken. First he loses to Ruben "Where is he now?" Studdard. And now he has to spend the holidays alone with his dog. When the Courier-Journal asked him if he would be kissing anyone beneath the mistletoe this season, Clay said, "Oh, don't make me cry! Probably not. My dog (Raleigh, a female border terrier) will probably lick my face, that's about it."

Not that I object to kissing dogs. After all, it is safer to kiss dogs than humans.

Still, I'm not sure we should feel too sorry for poor Clay. He's sold millions of CDs, is on a successful tour, and has his how own nation--the Clay Nation--who follows his every move.

I suspect that, Clay's humility aside, he and his dog will be far from alone this holiday season!