Canine Christmas

The Christmas and holiday season for us as adults with no children is less "festive and overwhelming" than for most. It took me awhile to get to used to that coming from a larger family, but as I age I am valuing the peace more and more.

This year was no different. On the last day I had to work for 10 days I got deathly ill. I mean fever, chills, and puking beyond control and capacity. My husband was an angel who did so much more than "hold back my hair".

We both truly thought we'd be at the hospital the next morning, but amazingly enough after almost 12 straight hours of vomiting. I awoke 100% better. Go figure. So much of the last minute baking and treat making I had planned did not happen. Probably for the best.

So off to my family's Christmas that day and then his the next. We were done. Somewhat anti-climatic.

However, there are few children in the world that are more excited on Christmas morning than our dogs. Especially Murphy. he is 12 years old and ever since the very first year I had him as just a 3 month old puppy at Christmas-time and got him all excited about the stocking, he goes nuts.

When I put the stocking up he "prays" to it constantly until Christmas morning. He just sits and "wills" it to fall down and pour open its splendor to him.

On Christmas morning, I just simply say in a very excited tone "Murphy, today is the day!" He runs downstairs and pitches a fit until we get the stockings down. The other two of course are always running behind going "what, what the hell is going on, is there bacon?"

The anticipation runs high as I begin to take the stockings off the banister.


Then the party begins.









Murphy always sticks his head down in the stocking and grabs the toy he knows he there. Then he runs over and rolls around on the couch playing toss with the new found prize.

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