Goodbye Christmas, Hello RealityPosted: January 8, 2013
On Sunday evening, I celebrated Twelfth Night with my humans. We enjoyed the final hours of the tree’s glow as Christmas came to an end. I reflected on how special the holidays had been. I had my first visit with Santa (I’m hoping Santa will be a little more excited to see me next year). I had the pleasure of wearing a variety of lovely Christmas collars (which I liked a whole lot more than my Halloween costume). I got merry with a little dog nog, and I partied like a pup to ring in the new year. My holiday season was truly magical.
And then on Monday morning reality hit. It started when the alarm clock went off at 5:05 a.m. I was not ready to get off of my bed. Over the past few weeks, I had grown accustomed to sleeping in. I was used to getting up with the sun, not an hour before the sun. What was wrong with my humans? They were jumping out of bed and running around like they had places to go and things to do. What happened to those leisurely mornings of Christmas that I enjoyed so much?
And then my human daddy started putting clothes in a box like this. The humans call it a suitcase. Uh oh. That meant that my daddy was going back to work. This was bad news for me. You see, during the Christmas break I did an excellent job of training my daddy while he wasn’t traveling.
Simply by walking into whatever room my daddy was occupying at the time and staring at him intensely, I could get absolutely anything I wanted–extra treats, another walk, dinner an hour before I was supposed to have it. With my daddy out of town, my human mommy would once again be in charge . . . and my mommy is not a sucker. Oh well, I guess all good things must come to an end.