The adventuresome life of a Great Pyrenees/Newfoundland dog in Northwestern Ontario

My Christmas…

The other day, Al from next door came over to my two-leggers’ house with Harley. I was surprised to see them ’cause Al’s usually too busy working to come visit me. I usually go over to visit him!

While I showed Harley around our yard, Al gave Kay and Elizabeth one of those things with handles that two-leggers use instead of their mouths to carry things around (two-leggers have some great inventions). After Harley left with Al, I checked it out. It smelled like Joanne, which was nice, ’cause I haven’t seen Joanne for a long time and I like her. Elizabeth put the holder on a chair and told me to leave it.

The two-legger holder thing stayed on the chair for several days. I’d go over and sniff it once in a while – it was kind of like saying hello to Joanne except she wasn’t really there. Joanne always gives me nice things, and I began wondering what was in the holder. Whatever it was seemed to be wrapped up in thin rustly stuff like what Kay sits and looks at each evening, but nicer smelling. But I was good, and I only sniffed at it once in a while.

Then one day, Elizabeth took the wrapped thing out of the holder and put it on the floor. She said I could open it up! It seems she was just as curious about it as me after all…. I tried to be a lady about it. Whoever wrapped it – Joanne I think, ’cause it smelled like her as I said – did a good job. I particularly liked the little thing stuck on the wrapping – it deserved a second look it was so pretty.

The whole time I was working at the wrapping – bits of it kept getting stuck in my mouth – Elizabeth had her camera stuck in front of her face. Two-leggers look and behave awfully silly sometimes, engrossed as they become in their preoccupations. The degree of their silliness seems to be directly proportional to the amount of aid you require with something, I find. Sometimes getting the SOS message through to them is quite challenging…. Eventually, she tried to help me a bit, though (I really was getting a little frustrated…). Here’s the result of our efforts:

I named him Rudey. This is because he seems quite rude to me. He’s fine with Elizabeth. She asks him to talk to her and he makes a squeak. He won’t answer me. I’ve tried everything from asking him nicely, to licking his face, and nibbling his ears and antlers. I’ve tried to pull out the ropey thing that seems to be stuck in his mouth, and the other one that seems to be stuck in… his other end. He doesn’t seem to be at all appreciative. So, I decided to shake him and toss him around a bit – knock some civility into the rude dude. He’s still not talking to me.

I keep trying, but after a while, I just give up, take Rudey over to Elizabeth and dump him at her feet. If they want to talk, they can.  I must admit, he’s a good sport with the rough-housing, but his silence gets a bit boring after a while.

It turns out that the gift was from Joanne’s grandchildren, who come to play with me some weekends. Brandon can be a bit stuffy sometimes; he doesn’t like my kisses (Elizabeth says not to be offended because boys don’t usually like kisses from girls ’til they get a bit older…), but he and Emily are great fun to hang with when they’re here. There was another present from Joanne and Al and Bud in the holder thing. I think Bud must’ve put it in ’cause there was no rustly stuff wrapped around it and it was much easier to get to…. Thank you! You’re great pals. I can’t wait to see you again!

xx  ~:oP=

Comments on: "My Christmas…" (4)

  1. Stella, you’re adorable. I love to read about your adventures. Maybe your two-leggeds would like to read about my stuff sometime. I met Elizabeth at Word On The Water and have been trying to keep up with what she’s been doing. She sure sells some interesting books, but I suppose all you’d want to do with them is sniff at them on the shelf! Hope Rudey warms up to you and you will be able to start up a conversation with him soon. Happy New Year!

    • Hi Susan! I’m not a very good reader. My strength is more in sniffing. I do remember lying beside Elizabeth on her bed and sniffing your books while she read them. They smelled good, and Elizabeth seemed to enjoy them. She told me part of your stories took place at a Church where her dad proposed to her mom (that’s Kay). If I go there with them someday, I’m going to try running around it three times to see what happens to me!

  2. Awww! What a great story, Elizabeth!! Stella looks wonderful too! Going to share the story with my friend, Ava, who is always sending gifts to my girls…. she’ll enjoy it!

    • Cheers, Steff! Stella sends you a warm woof and a kiss. She asks to be remembered to your brood (I think she wishes they’d come up for a doggie rumble in the snow with her)! ~:oP=

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