My foster mom says it's really supposed to be about family and spending time with ones you love, but more and more it's becoming all about presents. Presents? I LOVE presents. So I wondered, will I get any? I didn't have to wonder long, because yesterday, a box came for me. Yup, it had Gracie ResQ on it and everything. My foster mom opened it for me because I'm not allowed to use anything sharp, besides my teeth, and it would be pretty hard to chew through that box. It was from my Secret Santa! All the dogs in ResQ get one while we wait for our forever homes.
I was so excited I could hardly contain myself. As soon as she opened it, my foster brother and sister, Murphy and Baby had to check it out too. Inside were squeaky toys! Oh how I love squeaky toys. I can squeak them all day long. My foster mom says it's a good thing she is good at tuning things out. There was also a new bed inside, just like my brothers, except it was pink. It came with a matching blanket and guess what? A pink squeaky bunny. I know, more squeaky toys. There are also replacement squeakers for a new "spitty bear" except this one is a BIG spitty bear. What's a spitty bear? Well, it's what mom calls these Kong bears that have a Velcro opening inside so you can replace the squeakers because I squeak them so much, I make the fur all slobbery and spitty. The name fits, right?
Here I am in my bed, with some of my new toys, enjoying a bone.
Mom said I will get some more presents. She hung some stockings up by the fireplace. She said most people put up a tree with lights on it and decorate the house, but she explained that she still feels very sad about missing Darby, so she just didn't have it in her this year to do all that. I understand. At least she doesn't cry hardly at all these days, even though I know how much she misses her. She put Darby in a beautiful jar on the mantle. It's all sorts of colors and very fancy. I didn't know how Darby would fit in that jar, but mom said it's just her ashes. She was cre-mated and all that's left of her is a tiny little bag of powder. If that is all that's left of a rat terrier in the end, then that jar will hold about ten of us.
Anyhow, along with this howl-a-day season comes this terrible weather and some really cold and white stuff called "snow" and I hate it. My little paws get so cold and I try and hold up a front and back one at the same time and nearly tip over. Mom says "that wouldn't happen if I would quit dicking around out there; do my business and get my ass in the house." This snow makes it hard to get to the fence and bark at the neighbors dog. The drifts of snow are so big, I am confined to a small area near the house. I hear this will last a few months. Seriously? A few months? This is going to be a long winter. Now where are my presents?
Happy Howl-a-days......
- Gracie
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