Christmas morning at Dachshund Central

Any resemblance to “real” people or dachshunds is purely coincidental and not meant to be taken seriously. 😉 That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

Part One

It was not yet quite dawn when a glossy black tail stirred, wiggled and then began to whip back and forth against a pajama-clad leg. The person attached to the leg groaned sleepily, rolled over and continued sleeping.

A moment later, dancing dark eyes in a black & mahogany face peeked out from under the bedding, not at all concerned that it was still dark in the bedroom. She had been waiting ALL NIGHT and now it was morning. She was just sure of it. Christmas morning!

Wriggling partway free of the blanket and dragging her long, weasel-sleek body across the sheets, the pup nuzzled happily into the exposed neck of the sleeping Mom person, a long pink tongue snaking into a conveniently placed human ear.

This regular bit of morning routine couldn’t be ignored or set aside just because it was Christmas and achieved the expected results. A groan was followed by a quiet giggle as a hand emerged from under the blanket to ward off further intrusions from the wet tongue. Objective reached, the dark-coated puppy happily flopped belly up and waited for what she knew would follow.

Her person, as expected, rolled away from her, fumbling in the dark for the flat little talking-box laying on the table next to the bed. The box lit briefly, allowing the person to speak the magic words into it, causing the pup’s tail to whip once again.

“Your little girl is awake”. Yep, the magic words! Flipping back upright and now fully awake, shiny black and tan body taunt and ready, she waited quietly with her head slightly cocked, watching the still dark doorway.

Within a moment or two, a light glowed up the hallway and staircase from below. She quivered with anticipation but didn’t move until the release came from the bottom of the stairs … “Alright stinker! Let’s go outside!”

Like an arrow released from a bow, she bounded down the ramp from the bed and streaked down the stairs for her long-awaited morning potty break with Dad. Good thing Dad likes to wake up early and watch TV.

Back in the bedroom, her Mom person smiled, rolled over and went back to sleep. Christmas morning could wait another hour.

Watch for Part Two