Bark! The Herald Angels Sing

Remember back when I was young pup, and a tree came into the house? Well, I’m glad to tell you that it happened again! And again. And again …

Now, instead of being a surprise, it’s a tradition. And we dogs are very big on tradition!

Every year, around the time that the nights start getting a lot longer than the days, the same things happen. First a tree comes into the living room. The humans hang all sorts of stuff on it.

xmas 2005

Here are three of the humans’ favorite hang-up things.

See how they look just like our Klingons?

See how they look just like our Klingons?

But naturally this is the very best one.

It's a good ornament.

It's a good ornament.

Then the stockings go up. We don’t have a fireplace any more in this warm place, but the chest of drawers works pretty well.

One for No. 1, one for me, and one for No 2.

One for No. 1, one for me, and one for No 2.

The Klingons get into the holiday spirit, too, in a grinchy sort of way. They have some very strange ideas about how to celebrate. For example, they like to pull the decorations off the lower branches of the tree. And they like to drink the water from the bowl the tree sits in. “Mmmm! Yum! I’ve looked forward all year to tree-sap flavored water!”

Here are the calicoes doing their version of making merry.

Ho. Ho. Ho. Whatever.

Ho. Ho. Ho. Whatever.

Gradually, over the course of two or three weeks, presents start to pile up under the tree, but the stockings always stay empty. And then, one night while we are all asleep, something magical occurs! We get up in the morning, and the stockings are full of presents! It’s the big day!

The first order of business (before breakfast, and before the humans even get dressed) is to open the stockings. Here I demonstrate the proper technique:

I'm helping.

I'm helping.

My stocking is the best, with lots of things that dogs appreciate, but No. 2’s is usually pretty good, too. It has a lot of sweet things in it. No. 1’s usually doesn’t have anything to eat, except shortbread cookies in honor of her Scottish grandma. It does usually have pieces of fabric for her to make the blankies with. She appreciates that.

Then we have breakfast. and then, it’s time for the presents under the tree!

When we were all much younger, the Klingons used to open their presents, nice smelly Klingon-nip toys, and then proceed to flop on their sides and act goofy for awhile. Now, though, they don’t even act like they’re interested, and I usually have to open their presents for them. I tear into the paper with my teethies and rip with my paws until I have gotten the thing uncovered. Klingon-nip is okay, but it’s no substitute for a nice yummy dog treat. That’s what’s in MY present!

After we unwrap the presents, No. 1 starts making a glorious Christmas feast! And when we sit down at the table, that’s the best part of the day, because as we all know, Christmas is all about eating.

I'll have a drumstick. And a wing. And a big hunka white meat...

I'll have a drumstick. And a wing. And a big hunka white meat...

Woofs,
Willie

Posted: July 11th, 2011 under Foods, Fun things, The way we do things.

Comments

Comment from Toby
July 13, 2011 at 2:20 pm

Hi Willie

Good to see that your humans take Christmas seriously!

I have been told that one year before I had arrived, Molly (the sleepy one) proved that she’s not just a pretty face. One dark night, she was visiting our neighbours’ house, It was nearly Christmast. She sneeked off and found a pile of presents . She read all the labels but only opened (and ate) one. When she was found out She said “Well it had my name on it so i knew it was for me” – How clever is that?
Woofs from
Toby (your no 1 fan)

Comment from No. 1
July 14, 2011 at 8:27 am

Molly may put on a sleepy face, but I can tell she’s a thinker. Still waters run deep and that sort of thing. That was a good job. W.

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