by Boxer, Himself
After Thanksgiving Mz. De Kota started to grow sad when The Dame started to bring out all the boxes that had been put away in the closet – I could smell all these other people – Mz. De Kota said that it was from her past family: Daytona, Dallas and Ms. Dazy.
Ms. Dazy was a solid black Border Collie Spaniel mix – she was a shadow matriarch. If she could trip a huuuuman up by laying in the darkest spot in the house she would – sounds like I could have learned a few tricks from her. Mz. De Kota said Ms Dazy didn’t like her and that Dallas was always defending her – that is until Daytona came on the scene. Daytona and Ms Dazy were separate but equal and neither ever tested each other.
Mz. De Kota said that the boxes had Christmas in it – it was a special day for everybody including us more intelligent folks. She said that Huuumans bring the outdoors’ inside just to mind mess with us. Then after they bring
the outside indoors they put lights, ornaments, tinsel and fake snow on pine trees and make garland. I like this idea of bringing the outdoors inside especially if it includes pine trees.
Sure enough, The Dame brings in a pine tree and when she wasn’t looking I started to “Claim” this indoor outdoor tree as mine. . .and just about the time I was ready to cut loose. . .
“BOXER ! WHAT THE HELL YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING !. . .I”LL BEAT YOUR BUTT DOG ! ! ! ”
What ! Whadda I do. . .then Mz. De Kota told me that is in not polite or proper etiquette to hike in the house. . . . days went by and it was killin’ me not to “Claim” this outdoor indoor pine as mine . . .then one morning The Dame is throwing us outta bed making us come over by the Christmas tree and open our presents. . . .
Presents – whats that all about. Mz. De Kota said that there is a Doggie Santa that brings all good kids toys, treats, cloths and blankies . . .which Mz. De Kota couldn’t figure out HOW I got anything cuz I was always being yelled at for tearing up stuff – shoes, bath and dish towels, doing the toilet paper thing all over the house, filing (in my past life I was a paper shedder) . . . NOW The Dame wants me to tear stuff up. . .nope – not this kid – no way jose – it’s a trick so The Dame can yell at me for tearing up paper all over the house – can’t touch this – aint going there. . .lady you got me life and bs twisted . . . if you want me to have what is in that paper, lady, YOU open it for me. . . . then The Dame did the unthinkable – she grabbed my paw and made ME tear the paper – – – and inside was a soft little blankie. Mz. De Kota got one too. . . .oh I ran through the house with my little blankie, shook my little blankie, then fell asleep with my little blankie.
Later that night, when we all went to bed, The Dame gave Mz. De Kota her little blankie and brought my blankie into bed for me. That was a nice surprise having a new blankie. I loved my little blankie…
