A dog's Christmas ;)
Not necessarily today, but a few days back...
As I stood at the dresser poking about in my jewelry box pondering whether peace signs or pink glitter would adorn my ears, I saw in the corner of my eye my 10-year-old arthritic and blind mini doxie wander into my dressing room where I've been stashing all the holiday loot yet to be wrapped. Quietly poking about like a professional sleuth she sniffed out the bag that contains the bulk of her holiday prizes. I didn't say a word just watched with a smile, trying on earrings and pretending not to notice. Sure 'nuff I saw the tail give a short wag and then the ears perk up. She tilted her head this way and that, even looking o'er her doggy shoulder to peer my way with her brown eyes that don't see so well. Then eased in close and tugged at the tail of a squeaky toy, ever so gently. I could almost hear her canine musings: *I wonder if Santa Paws came early, 'cause I know this is meant for me. Maybe Mom won't notice if I just.... * Oh so cute! Of course, it's not yet the time for opening the presents, so I had to give a "tsk, tsk" and shoo her out of the room. But like a kid, she couldn't stand it, whenever my back was turned she went right back in the room and tried to find "her" bag of loot. I ended up hiding everything in the closet behind closed doors. I can't wait for Christmas. I love my li'l hound dog. And she gets so excited over opening presents. Her health has been fragile the past few years and it's reminded me she's no pup. So I'll treasure every tail wag and hound-dog howl that I get this season and if I'm lucky my Christmas present next year will be that she's still here with me to open presents on Christmas morning.
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