T’was the Night Before Christmas

Christmas with the DogT’was the night before Christmas, a special one for us, because this year we have a new puppy named Gus. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, because if Gus got hold of them, they surely would tear. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of their new puppy danced in their heads. Mamma in her kerchief and I in my cap had just gotten in from taking Gus for a crap. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. When what to my wondering eyes should appear but my good neighbor Bob, with his hands over his ears. He looked up in anger and started to shout, “Either shut that dog up or move the heck out!”. I said I was sorry and ran down the stairs. I wanted Bob to know, I’m a neighbor who cares.

I searched high and low for that damed puppy Gus, but he must have been hiding, because of the fuss. It was then that I noticed chewed wires on the floor and one of my new slippers, half eaten by the door. I reached for the chewed wires by our big Christmas tree, but neglected to notice I was standing in pee. Needless to say, I got such a shock that it burned two big holes in my new Christmas socks. I picked myself up and put my cap back on my head, when I realized that every present had been shred. Wrapping paper was strewn from one end to the other, and Gus had even eaten the fruitcake from my mother.

I put little Gus in his crate for the night, this time making sure that the door was shut tight!  I rewrapped the presents and headed to bed.  If my wife knew about this, that poor dog would be dead.  I had just closed my eyes and started to rest, that dog?s bad behavior put my patience to the test.  And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof, the prancing and pawing of each little hoof.  As I turned, and listened to the sound, up the stairs came Gus with a bound.  He was shaking with excitement from his head to his foot, and his fur was all covered in ashes and soot.  A bundle of toys, he had in his jaws, and I knew this hadn?t been a good night for old Claus.  I took away the sack and headed back down the stairs, and there was old Saint Nick, straightening out his affairs.  His pants had a tear right there in the front, and he showed me a scratch on his nose with a grunt.  His eyes they still twinkled and his dimples were merry.  His cheeks were like roses, but his nose had swollen, like an over-sized Cherry.  He was chubby and plump ? a right jolly old elf.  And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.

A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head, soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.  He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.  And laying his finger aside of his nose, and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.  He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, and away they all flew like the down of a thistle.  But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, ?Merry Christmas to all and call Woof Woof for some obedience training tonight!?
Clement C. Moore wrote the Night Before Christmas, but if he had a dog like Gus, I am sure it would have looked more like my version.

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year from all of us at  Woof Woof Professional Dog Services.