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| Sparky, my decorated golf cart. |
It’s Christmas!
“¡Feliz Navidad! said Driver.
“Merry Christmas, everyone,” Servant said, and then
she kissed Driver. “Happy Christmas, my love.”
Tucked into the king-sized bed, between our humans,
Tommy sleepily opened one eye. Being the most senior animal in the family, he
was allowed to sleep in their bed.
Chica stretched and yawned. She liked her cozy little
nest on the nightstand beside Servant. She jumped onto the bed to say good
morning.
I was curled up in my comfy bed on the floor beside
Driver. It was a good place for me to sleep because I could keep an eye on both
entrances: the bedroom door and the patio door. As the only dog in the house,
it was my job to protect everyone.
Christmas Day. I had
forgotten this was the day I had planned to hide outside in the bushes, in case
the cats were going to play a trick on me. I quietly slithered towards the
entrance, hoping I could zip past when someone opened the bedroom door.
Servant hopped out of bed and opened the patio door.
“What a beautiful day, warm and sunny. Just look at that view!” she said,
pointing towards the turquoise Caribbean Sea. “I’ll go get our coffees and be
right back.”
“Sparky, where are you going?” Driver asked. “Come
here, little buddy.” He patted the bed.
I tucked my tail and slunk back towards Driver.
“¡Feliz Navidad, Sparky!” Driver said as he
scratched my ears and rubbed my tummy. “We have presents for everyone,
including you.”
Presents? For me? I gazed
hopefully at his kind face.
Servant returned with a tray holding two cups of
coffee and a pile of goodies; some were for our humans, and some were for us.
She handed one cup of coffee to Driver, then distributed the treats to
everyone.
“Okay, time for presents!” Driver said, pulling
several objects out from their hiding place. Two were wide red sacks that were
filled with colourfully wrapped items. Two were long and looked like oversized
socks, and another was shaped like a large red paw.
Servant held up the fuzzy red paw, “Sparky, it has
your name on it!”
For me? Just for me! I carefully took it from her hand
and set it on the floor. I grinned happily as my tail swished back and forth. A
present. A fuzzy red paw with my name on it.
Tommy looked over the edge of the bed to see what I
was doing. “Silly dog, open your gifts,” he said.
“I did. It’s a big red paw.”
“That’s just the container. The gifts are inside.” He
reached into his sock and snagged a brightly decorated parcel with his claws.
Then he pulled it out and ripped off the paper. “See, this is a bag of cat
snacks, and there are more things inside.”
I stuck my nose deep inside the fluffy paw and pulled
out a stuffed toy. Oh my, I’d never had a toy. It was beautiful, a black-and-white
dog that looked like my younger brother. We hadn’t seen each other since we
were puppies, and I hoped he was having a good Christmas too.
Chica said, “Look inside again, Sparky. I think you
have another present.”
I put my nose inside again, and yes, there was another
toy, a silly yellow cat. This one didn’t have big, sharp claws. Two toys!
I like Christmas.
