Tis The Season

by Houndstooth on

No matter what you celebrate, there seems to be something coming up soon for everyone.  At work, I see the kids getting more and more excited for the holidays, on the news every night there’s discussion about how retail business is doing this year and when you go to a lot of stores, the bell ringers are out in full force collecting your change for charity.  For us humans, ’tis the season for all kinds of things and young or old, most of us are affected in some way.

All Aglow -- Tales and Tails

All Aglow

For our dogs, the holidays don’t mean quite the same thing.  It means a weird tree in the house, humans coming and going at odd hours and home less, and maybe shorter walks in the brisk night air.  They don’t quite get the magic and wonder of the season the way we humans do.

This week has been hectic and busy, not because of the holidays, but because of work and personal obligations.  I got home a little later than usual the other day after my husband had run home to take care of the pups and run off to a retirement party for a colleague.  It was the first time I got to sit in the house and just enjoy it with the tree set up and the dogs all dozing in their spots in the living room, and I had to wonder if life could truly be more magical than that peaceful moment.

By The Glow of the Twinkle Lights -- Tales and Tails

By The Glow of the Twinkle Lights

Our dogs always have that grounding influence for me, but it occurred to me that I need it more during the month of December than any other time of the year.  Years ago, our first Greyhound came to us as a result of a Christmas gift from my grandma.  Every year, she’d mail my sister and I a check to get something we really wanted and that year, I used it for the adoption fee for Treat, who came home a few days after Christmas and changed our lives forever.

Six years ago, we brought home Küster during the holidays, and that was a life changing event, as well.  A lot of people were surprised that we got a Christmas tree that year, but we were determined to have our puppy and the holidays, too, and it worked out.  I laugh when I think about how quickly he grew.  In the beginning, he could easily walk under the Christmas tree, but by the time Christmas got here, he could barely fit back there.

Leaning Tower of Küster -- Tales and Tails

Leaning Tower of Küster

A lot of our Christmas memories revolve around dogs through the years.  There was the time the Christmas tree attacked Treat and Hawk while we were out, trips to the Christmas tree farm to find a tree, Küster catching snow balls and a host of others.  Not all of our cherished memories involve dogs, but I love the ones that we’ve had.  I think part of the anticipation of the holidays for me is the anticipation of what memories we’ll make this time.

I doubt that we’re the only ones who have holiday memories with our dogs.  I’d love to hear what some of your favorite memories are, with or without dogs.  Hearing your stories always brings me a smile.

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2 Responses to "Tis The Season"
  1. Sue Dyer says:

    So adorable.

    When I was a kid we would go for a walk Christmas Day morning with the dogs. It was one of the rare times all of us went together.

    Hope you have a fab Friday and a great weekend. Sue, Polly & Honey

  2. Vicky says:

    Love your pictures and memories. It amazed me how quickly Tippy grew too, so I know what you mean about Kuster. I guess my favorite Christmas memories was just waking up early to open the gifts. In my head, I remember that we had snow most Christmases, but this in not true, according to the weather people. Memories are a strange thing. I do know that a neighbor’s kid and us would save one gift, if it didn’t snow, until it did and then open it. Snow and Christmas just seemed to go together. Oh wait, I do have a funny story about one Christmas. We always went out in the field to cut a cedar tree for our Christmas tree. One year, a few days after we had it in the house, we woke up to a living room crawling with baby praying mantis. The egg sack had been on the tree and when it warmed up, they hatched out! Fortunately, we weren’t bug-phobic, so it was more interesting and fun than gross.

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