Woof! I hope you all had as fun at Christmas as I did! I got to hang out with my cousin Ellie an her pals up in some woods called CATskills. (Note: I didn’t see a single cat the entire time.) It was very snowy an I did see some DEER, walking through the woods. (I guess Deerskills wouldn’t have the same flow.) Anyway, Ellie’s a frenly liddle rescue mixture, an she explained the deer were searchin’ for green nibbles under the snow.
I watched them from the pickchur window, cuz it was Very Cold Outside an I didn’t have my Fluffy Footies with me. Plus, the deer were LARGE. Very LARGE.
Anyway, me an my pooch cousins had lotsa fun, an lotsa duhlishus (while also new-TRISH-us) SNACKS, several involving peanut budder. An chiggen.
An I got to meet for the first time Cecil C. Webb, a mostly-black-with-some-gold places rescue chuh-wa-wa who was one of the most charmin’ an lucky poocheroos I’ve EVER met. And, woof, did he have a Cool Kibbles tail to tell.
All us pooches and humans were gathered in this BIG house made of LOGS, an the ceiling was Really High Up. There was a big kitchen with wonderful smells, an dishes heaped with yummy human foodstuffs; an there was a whole buncha humans, twenny or more, I think. An everybody was havin’ a Totally Crispy Biscuits time.
All us pooch cousins an their frens were just hangin’ out on comfy rugs in front of this big, stone fireplace (the kind with an ackshull FIRE): Ellie an newbie Cecil (who’d come with his human Mama, Clare); Hortense, a French Poodle; Larry, a Fox Hound; Noodles, a liddle terrier-lookin’ mixture with white hair that went everywhere at the same time; an Esmerelda, a Pug.
We all wanted to hear Cecil’s tail and, Woof, was he eager to share it. We got snuggled onto our warm rugs and he began. He was so happy an excited and full of energy he totally couldn’t sit for, like, more than 3 seconds. He mostly wagged, an wiggled, as he shared his tail. We all thought he was Pawsome!
“Woof!” he said with his Very Big Chuh-wa-wa- smile. “It is SO Totally Cool Kibbles gettin’ to meet all you Fellow Pooches. I never HAD any ackshull Pooch Frens buh-fore I got rescued.
“I was kinda an ORE-fun, I guess you’d say. My Mom (who wasn’t my Mom yet) was doin’ some last-minute Christmas shoppin’ after work, an it was at some big store with, like, tons of humans, includin’ lotsa liddle kids. They were comin’ outta this Very Big store with bags an boxes, an pushin’ big cart-thingys. Everybody seemed very happy.
“But, I kinda wasn’t.
“My memry’s a liddle fuzzy but, best I remember, I’d been livin’ inna big apart-mutt building with lotsa rooms, fulla humans. This one lady usta put food an wader in liddle dishes out in the hall for me. And I just sorta wandered in an out. Then one day I got scooped up by one of the rezi-dunts: he tied a red bandana around my neck with a NOTE pinned to it that said ‘I’m friendly an probably 3, an please give me a home. Thank you.’
“The man put me in the back of a, umm, pig-up truck I think it’s called, an I ended up right by the entrance of the big store. All by myself.”
By then, all us other pooches were gathered around Cecil, listening intently.
“I was curled up nex to one of those big green boxes that say ‘Trash’ an ‘Plastic Bags’ an stuff like that, trying to stay warm, when this lady (my fuchur Mama) stopped right by me, an leaned down an gave me a couple liddle pats on the head, an read the note on my bandana.
“Then she said, ‘Well, liddle one, you’re coming home with ME. AN, if it’s OK with YOU, I’m gonna be your Mama.’
“WOOF, was it ever OK with me!” Cecil said with a Big Smile. “You all know how us pooches just KNOW, you know?”
We all nodded. We totally KNEW. Dogs just KNOW.
Cecil continued. “Then she took the scarf off her shoulders and sorta wrapped me up in it an carried me, anna buncha bags, to her car. An THAT’S how I got my Furever Home. That was about 4 years ago in human!”
“Oh, WOW” said Larry.
“Best Christmas tail EVER!” exclaimed Ellie.
“So what’s your life like since then?” inquired Esmerelda.
“It’s pawsome,” Cecil replied, wagging happily. “Me an Mama live in an apart-mutt building in The City, but it’s nothing like that other one. It’s real preddy. We’re high up, so whenever we wanna go on AIR-runds or to the park, we get to ride in this Cool Kibbles liddle sorta box with magic doors. See, you push a button and the doors disappear. Then you get in and push another button an they appear again. Then you push other buttons an it feels kinda funny to your paws, then it stops an the magic doors disappear an you’re someplace else, an you can go outside. It’s the same when you get back home, but backwards. I was a liddle concerned about gettin’ in at first, but now I’m USE to it.”
We were all amazed, except Hortense and Noodles, who also live in apart-mutts with funny boxes and magical doors.
Cecil continued his tail. “There are other poocheroos in our apart-mutt building, an we do leash walks together, around the block an sometimes in the park. We’re all Very Good at Doin Our Duty. There are certain designated SPOTS, an cool liddle poo bags attached to our leashes, an our humans make sure everything is all tidied up. We’re Very Ree-SPON-sibble.
“I have a huge basket of stuffies, an two fluffy beds. An me an my bestie, Penelope (she’s a Irish Setter), have sleepovers with each other when hers or my humans hafta go out without us.”
It was way fun spendin’ Christmas with my northern frens, an meetin’ Cecil. An also good gettin’ back home to my own fluffy bed an evening dish of yogurt.
