- Dog Tales
- December 22, 2023
Barking Up the Best Decorations: A Canine Christmas Contest in Spencerville: A Mitzi PawWord Story
Hey hooman! ๐พ Just a heads up: I, Mitzi the Marvel, masterfully marshaled the mutts of Spencerville into winning the Christmas decor contest! ๐โจ We out-decked ’em all with tail-waggin’ teamwork and a purrfect tree topper (shoutout to Whiskers). Celebrate with us – tonight, the town sparkles with a little extra paw-power! ๐๏ธ๐ #PawsAndPraise -Mighty Mitzi ๐
On a rather crisp and nippy morning in Spencerville, where the air smelt like freshly baked biscuits and the frost made the lawns look like a confectioner’s dream, I found myself with a rather intriguing proposition. You see, in Spencerville, days are often filled with pursuits of the most leisurely and pleasant kind. There are couches destined for sprawling, fire hydrants of the most amusing design, and, if one is so inclined, mail-carriers aplenty to chase, who, I assure you, are always good sports about it.
I, Mitzi, was lounging upon a particularly verdant stretch of grass in Collie Canyon, meditating on the existential conundrum of why rubber balls seemingly have a life of their own when suddenly Baxter, my Jack Russell comrade, bounded up with the urgency that only a Jack Russell can muster. “Mitzi,” quoth he, panting with both exertion and excitement, “We’ve a mission of the utmost import! The humans, bless their opposable thumbs, are holding a Christmas decoration contest, and they’re in dire need of our aesthetic flair!”
Christmas, with its cornucopia of tantalizing smells and mysteriously forbidden chocolate, was certainly a season of note, and a decoration contest seemed just the sort of human endeavor that could benefit from a dog’s perspective. After all, who better to judge the virtues of a twinkling light display or the coziness of a festively adorned hearth than one who spends nights dreaming by the fire and evenings contemplating the starry sky?
I considered this as I followed Baxter to Shepherd Skyline, where the meeting was to take place. I must admit, I mused on the sensation of the peculiar frost underpaw, the sort that suggests snow is at the vicinage, rather than on the matter at hand. And, as we ambled, I encountered my old friend Whiskers, who eyed us with that peculiar expression of his, the sort only a cat who’s seen it all can truly master.
Upon our arrival, the contest’s endeavours were already afoot. Luke and Lila, my siblings of endless vim and vigor, were darting amongst piles of tinsel and garland like bees in a garden of marigolds. “We’re helping,” declared Lila with the solemnity only a pup amidst mischief could muster. Luke, on the contrary, was wearing a red ribbon like a badge of honor, his countenance that of a general leading troops into tinselly battle.
“Right-o,” I barked, the spirit of the season now fully upon me. “Let us deck these halls with bows and collies!” And with that, we set to work.
The humans had ideas, of course, but they were so, shall we say, confined by the limits of the two-legged imagination. We, however, knew instinctively the joy of a well-placed bone-shaped wreath and the simple pleasure a squeaky toy ornament could bring.
Led by our four-legged flair, we strung lights with the deftness of spiders spinning websโthough in a far more jolly fashion, I assure you. We decked the trees with care and precision, placing each bauble at a nose’s height for optimal admiration. And, when it came to the piรจce de rรฉsistance, we hoisted ol’ Whiskers onto the apex of our canine-crafted Christmas tree, where he sat, regal as any feline king, a live purring tree topper if there ever was one.
The contest ended, quite predictably, with our human family awarded the blue ribbon, their eyes shining with a greater brilliance than the lights festooned about. They hugged us, delighted, unknowing that we dogs do these things not for ribbons or applause, but for the tail-wagging joy of togetherness.
As for me, Mitzi, the night concluded as I knew it should, with a splendid view from the hilltop. The hues of the sunset replaced with the warm glow of victory, and streets alive with the sparkling lights of holiday cheer, all reflecting in my hazel eyes, making me, once again, their little sunrise. For in Spencerville, every dog has its dayโ and every night is worth staying up for.
The End.
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