I spent part of Christmas Eve checking NORAD on Santa’s whereabouts and following his tweets. Mrs. S put on the TV Yule log to make the waiting time go faster. I stationed myself right by the patio door thinking I’d see either Santa’s sleigh or hear his bells jingle.
Perhaps it was the warm fire from the Yule Log, the music, darkness or the quiet house but I was feeling rather sleepy. I had a hard time keeping my eyes open. Much later I woke up to hear Mr. C and Mrs. S come into the house. I didn’t even know they had left. I jumped up to make a stocking check. Disappointed I let me Mr. C know we needed to go out to see if we could find Santa. We walked all around the neighborhood, searched the skies but sadly there was nothing to report.
Mrs.S and I checked Santa’s route online again and it looked like a long time before a Minnesota stop since he had just passed over Moscow. I rechecked the table to make sure Mrs. S didn’t forget to put out cookies and milk for Santa. They were still there and I resisted any nibbles. I didn’t want to miss Santa so I decided to wait under the table, a favorite nap spot of mine. I thought when he came down the chimney I’d be able to see him for sure or when he came to the table for his cookies and milk. But I got so tired from all the excitement of waiting, I fell fast asleep.
I was having some good dreams when the sound of jingle bells woke me up. I quickly moved out from under the table just in time to see a bit of red disappear up the chimney.
Quickly I got Mr. C and Mrs. S up to let them know Santa had indeed arrived. My stocking was filled but I needed some help.
Here was one beefy treat I could hardly wait to dig in.
There were some unexpected gifts I am still unsure about. My Texas outfit was a clue I was getting a trip out West which I really didn’t want. But I don’t want to be left behind. Maybe it will be more fun than last year.
And this so-called gift was a real puzzler.
Mr. C was proud of his DIY. I was annoyed when I heard what it was. I may be a middle-aged dog but I certainly don’t need a ramp to make my life easier jumping into the van. If it isn’t edible who needs it.
I hope Santa was good to you.
MERRY CHRISTMAS-See you in 2017
Here’s hoping Santa won’t hear about my latest bad thing. Guess I have to agree with Mrs. S. who says I am weak and have no self-control. I just couldn’t help myself. The smells were killing me. And I was left home alone AGAIN with nothing to do. Before I knew it one little chew led to another and then POOF ! it all disappeared.
So Jenny lost and I won and we’re afraid to tell her. Seems every year she and Bryan battle it out with the turkey wishbone. Despite her being smaller and weaker she manages to pull off a win almost every year. Mrs. S had saved the wishbone from Thanksgiving and put in a plastic bag. All evening while I was home alone AGAIN with nothing to do all I kept smelling something really good in Jenny’s Christmas bag. It was a temptation I couldn’t resist. Mr. C seemed undone and was sure I’d have to make a doctor visit. But I proved them wrong and after three days I’m still here and feeling fine just a bit embarrassed.The wishbone challenge was set for Christmas Eve until I blew it.
Here’s what Wishbone Challenge might have looked like.
So I have been trying to be real good the past three days hoping one bad thing won’t ruin my chance to have Santa make a stop.
Mrs. S and I signed up to follow Santa and his reindeer tweets LIVE Christmas Eve. You can get their tweets too by https://twitter.com/officialsanta?lang=en
and also keep track of Santa’s route on NORAD. The Santa tracking starts at 2:01 a.m. EST on Dec. 24 with video of all those at the North Pole making their preparations. NORAD’s Santa Cams will stream video on the website to show the sleigh making its stops.
Starting at 6 a.m. EST, trackers worldwide can speak with a live phone operator to inquire as to Santa’s whereabouts by sending an email to email@example.com. Any time on Dec. 24, Windows Phone users can ask Cortana for Santa’s location, and OnStar subscribers can press the OnStar button in their vehicles to locate Santa.
How fun is that!
Mrs. S has just the best friends who remember me with Christmas treats. Lucky the Sullivans had not heard about my latest bad thing eating the wishbone. This gift got my complete undivided attention.
Wishing you a Pawsome Christmas and a Yappy New Year!
My stocking has been hung by the chimney with care
and my list was mailed well in advance.
But sadly, I am not too hopeful since lately I seem to have been bad. In fact I’m probably crossed off Santa’s good list by now. I guess my voracious appetite finally got the best of me again. But to be fair Mrs. S is partly to blame. After all, you’d think she would have remembered back a few years ago when she left tempting treats out unattended. Here’s how all that went down. At least this is what I could make of the story in between her screams.
Mrs. S had spent a bit of time making party favors for a luncheon. Inside each small Christmas paper was stapled a small plastic bag filled with seven foil wrapped Hershey Kisses. She had put the twenty-four party favors in a grocery bag in the back room, but forgot to close the door. That was her first mistake. Mrs. S left the house. That was her second mistake. The smell of chocolate went right to my nose. It was at that point I lost control. I just couldn’t help myself and stop at just one. Do the math. I devoured over 140 foiled wrapped chocolate kisses. Then I got real sick.
Yesterday even though I was tempted, I resisted and did not eat one of Mrs. S’s yummy looking treats.
I spent a lot of time gnawing on this humongous bone, an early Christmas gift from my BFF Deb.
After what seemed like a very long time I was worn out battling this monster of a bone. I needed a break and took a nap.
And that’s where my badness came in. I awoke from my nap and was surprised to find the house real quiet and no cooking smells from the kitchen. It was then I realized I was home alone! After what seemed a very long time boredom set in. Looking around for something to do (my jaw was plain tired after all my gnawing and chewing) I spied something red and furry with a familiar smell of chocolate on the floor.
I couldn’t help myself and dug right in.
You’d think Mrs. S would have learned her lesson. It’s her fault again leaving the door open to a room I’m not allowed in. This year Mrs. S made party favors for a group dinner. Because of my badness now several socks have been chewed on but I used some self-control. I ate only a few pieces of chocolate and luckily did not get sick. Still Mrs. S is not too happy with me.
So now I’m in the countdown and hoping Santa doesn’t find out about my latest bad thing. To make Mrs. S happy I’m wearing another new festive headpiece without one complaint.
My stocking has been hung by the chimney with care and Mrs. S is in her usual frenzy baking away. Too bad I’ve been feeling a little sick the past few days. I do not have much of an appetite. Perhaps I may have overdone the feasting thing out in the woods.
It all started out with my usual walk to the mailbox. I got sidetracked when several new smells filled the air. Even with snow cover I managed to dig out a buffet bonanza right along the road near my neighbor’s yard. Deer parts were everywhere. By the time we got home Mr. C was forced to make several trades with me. Lucky they still had leftover turkey which works for me. Soon after our walk we left the lake for the cities. With only 20 minutes left in the trip I started to feel real sick. I tried to let Mr. C know he should stop but it seemed like he was ignoring me. With no warning I moved up toward the front seat from the back of the van and very neatly I must say threw up in the center console, filling it up to the brim. Poor Mr. C had to clean it up. He was not too happy. I went to bed. I had a bad tummy ache. Note he did do a good job cleaning it up though Mrs S says she’s not sure about riding in the van again.
Since I am starting to feel better Mrs. S thinks we should work on my Christmas list. She found this fancy white mailbox at a store nearby that says Santa Letters Only. If you remember last year I only had two things on my list: camouflage backpack like Sadies and a memory foam orthopedic bed. I was lucky and got the bed and a bag almost like Sadies for our trip out West. This year I am getting my list in early as I think that helps. One thing I’m not wishing for is a trip out West. I had way too many problems there. Actually a trip to the beach sounds good to me. Perhaps I’ll add it to my list but not sure if Santa will think me too greedy.
It snowed again but not 16 inches like a few weeks ago. Now that I am in the cities on leash I do not get into as much trouble. I’m more well-behaved. Lucky for me Mr. C takes me every day to the dog park so I can run free and play. It’s easy to forget I’m a middle-aged dog when I’m there.
Mrs. S is having a party and thinks I should be dressed up for the company. What do you think?