- Dog Tales
- December 15, 2023
Decked the Halls with Bows and Collies: A Tail-Wagging Christmas Adventure: A Handsome PawWord Story
Hey hooman! Just wanted to let you in on a little secret—I’m more than just your furry friend with a fetching smile. I’m actually the mastermind behind our now award-winning twinkling Christmas display. With my sidekick Butterball, we turned our humble home into a winter wonderland that nabbed us the Best Decorated House prize! Who knew paws could be so crafty? 🐾🎄😉 Keep it under your hat, though; let ’em think it’s all human magic. Merry Christmas! – Handsome
As I lay by the old oak front door, my tail wagging languidly, the notion came to me. I whispered it to Butterball, who was curled up like a soft, round loaf in her favourite sunspot across the room. Even though our humans had no inkling of our nightly escapades in Pawsburgh, the festive season drew near, and it was high time we lent our paws for something more grand than the usual pillow fluffing and newspaper fetching.
Our human family’s Christmas decorations were a sorrowful thing, rivalled only by my aversion to that infernal pool at Blue Basenji Bay. Imagine the most lacklustre garland, the most uninspired Christmas tree one could concoct, and you’ve just about hit the mark on the mediocrity festooning our human abode. It was settled; we would take up the noble quest of winning the local Christmas decoration contest.
Under the cloak of moonlight, Butterball and I would slip through the doggy door to venture into the heart of Pawsburgh. Our quest commenced at Canine Couture Clothing, where we convinced Ivan, the Saint Bernard who ran the place, to lend us rolls of sparkling tinsel and dog-size Christmas outfits. He agreed, but only on the condition that Butterball wear the Santa Paws hat, which she did with the grace of a queen accepting her crown.
Next stop was The Fetching Feline Pet Emporium, an ironic name for a shop in a cat-free town. We negotiated with Bruno, the Bloodhound behind the counter, for a box of twinkling fairy lights that he claimed could make even the sulkiest cat’s tail wag. Our own tails wagged with delight at the thought of our house shimmering like Pinscher Plaza at festival time.
Finally, at Pup’s Parfait, where the scent of fresh-baked gingerbread and peppermint bones always wafted invitingly, we sipped a bowl of eggnog latte to plan the morrow’s decoration campaign. Butterball had the idea of turning the front lawn into a winter wonderland, using cotton from Spa for Paws for snow, and borrowing every shiny bauble from Wagging Whisk to bedeck the branches of the family fir.
Dawn was upon us and, loathe as I was to confront the day without my Mini squeaky bear, whom I’d had to leave behind lest he interfere with our clandestine activities, we had much to do. Back through the doggy door, we woke to find our little world unchanged except for the twinkle in each other’s eyes, a secret harbinger of the transformation to come.
Night fell again and with it, our human family slept while Butterball and I, cloaked in Christmas camo and armed with dogged determination, began to drape, to hang, to artfully arrange. The scent of canned dog food, my nemesis, was absent in the cool air which lent speed to my actions as I hung lights faster than any cat could recoil from a bath.
And as the sun peered into the world on Christmas Eve, our humans awoke to a front yard dressed in yuletide splendor. From Santa’s sleigh atop the roof to a choir of angels (looking suspiciously like Shih Tzus and Pomeranians) upon the lawn, it was a sight to warm even the coldest leftovers.
When the judges came by, they could hardly believe their eyes, much like the time I discovered a treat tucked behind the sofa cushion. The coveted prize of Best Decorated House was ours, and with it, something more precious: a tale of teamwork, joy, and the magic of a dog’s Christmas spirit. Our human family, bewildered but elated, gathered in a festive embrace, as Handsome and Butterball watched on, wagging their tails, content in the knowledge that they had indeed decked the halls with bows and collies.
The End.
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