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!

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