I woke up yesterday morning to my usual scratch under the chin and the words, "Merry Christmas". Whatever that means. A woman who I know has been here before, was in the front room where I'm not allowed to go. Mommy let me in, I hopped up on the bed and kissed the woman on the lips. When she started screaming, I was just a little bit frightened. But then she called me Ginger and kissed me back.
After breakfast Daddy brought out some boxes wrapped in bright gold paper. Mommy got mad at him. Something about they had an agreement not to buy each other gifts. He told her that after she opened them, she could regift them to anyone she wanted. Mommy continued to glare at him. She unwrapped the first box and handed me a very cool black rubber tire with a bell inside. In the next box she found a bright red doughnut shaped toy with a squeaker which she also dropped on the floor for me. My lips started to quiver, I was so excited! I guess I put on quite a show since, they all started to laugh at me.
I didn't know which one to attack first. New toys!!! I haven't had anything new in such a long time. I moved the tire to a safe place so no one could take it from me. Then I went back and got the doughnut. Keeping them both close I sniffed one and then the other. Then I think Mommy made up with Daddy but I was too busy to pay much attention.
The tire tasted so good I couldn't stop chewing on it. And the dingling of the bell was music to my ears. After I chewed a great big hole in it, Mommy approached me with a biscuit. Biscuits are even better than tires so I nabbed it quickly from her hand. In return she grabbed my new toy out from under me and regretfully I haven't seen or heard from it since.
Later in the day some other people came over. I'd seen them before too and they called themselves Scott and Becky. Becky handed me a bag from which I extracted another squishy, orange bone shaped toy. Hiding in the dining room I chewed through the fabric, leaving a trail of white stuffing and a punctured squeaker across the room. I ran from Mommy thinking she wanted this toy too, but she was only picking up the stuffing. Company was here and I was supposed to be neat.
All these people eventually sat down at the dinning room table. No one ever sits in there. I abandoned by play things for a few bites of prime rib, which Daddy gave me under the table. Mommy smacked my paws when I stood up by the side of the table looking for more. It smelled so good! I went around to the other side of the table and got the man named Scott, to give me some of his when Mommy wasn't looking. I'm not stupid, you know.
After the meat was put away, I curled up on the sofa for a little nap. There was a lot of excitement on this day they called Christmas. I'm glad they don't do this every day. I'm kind of tired.
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