Christmas Morning Chaos

Part Two – the story continues

It seemed like forever and the Mom person had yet to open her eyes. Liquid brown dachshund eyes pleaded, ears lifted (slightly) only to be ignored as the Mom rustled the covers, rolling over. With a sigh, the puppy curled back up atop the blanket to wait. How could she sleep? It’s Christmas morning! It’s almost light outside!

Finally, she could wait no longer. A cold, velvety black nose attached to the very end of a long, pointed muzzle snuck forward, striking with precision against bare skin. POKE, POKE.

The startled Mom person’s eyes flew open. Success! Now maybe Christmas could start.

Scampering ahead of her favorite person and trying hard to stay out from underfoot as they descended the stairs, the puppy yipped in delighted anticipation. She had already sniffed out GOOD STUFF in the big socks hanging just out of reach in the living room. Why, oh why, had Mom set up an X-pen in front of them?

Nose a-twitch, the pup raced unerringly to the place the wonderful smell emitted from. It had been laying right there since last night. She’d known it, had smelled it, but had been ignored when she’d tried to push through the fence the previous evening. When she had attempted to use her handy long snout to pry the fencing from its position against the wall, her people had rather unceremoniously scooped her up and carted her off to bed. At that point, she’d understood it would have to wait until Christmas morning.

Christmas was here. Certain that NOW was the time, she stared once again through the wire, nose sniffing and tail wagging.

In the spirit of Christmas, the Mom person opened the gate, allowing both dachshunds access to their Christmas stockings. Oh joy! There were the smells of several wonderful toys and chews hidden inside the socks, but the eager girl pup was laser-focused on just one thing – the new Wobble-Kong hidden behind her stocking!

Try though she might, she wasn’t quite able to reach the wondrous Kong toy, so Mom lowered it to the floor, with a lot of help from the wiggling, exciting pup – who immediately and unequivocally claimed it for her own.

An hour later, sated by a scrumptious breakfast, followed by more play and chew toys, the sleek little dachshund and her family were all ready for a Christmas Day nap, surrounded by the detritus of a fun Christmas morning.

Why it is “children” have as much fun playing with the wrappings and boxes as they do with the actual toys?

Merry Christmas, one and all!