“I want a dog for Christmas,” I told my husband Charles one November night as we plopped in front of the TV.

He looked at me with a puzzled expression.  “A dog?” he asked.  “Since when?  I thought we agreed we’re too old for cats and dogs.  At this stage of our life,” he pontificated, “a dog could very well outlive us. That wouldn’t be fair.  Besides…”

He continued, determined to make his point, perhaps? “I thought the subject was A dog needs space, a place to romp and run. And pets are expensive and time-consuming. We’ve been over this before and I…”

“True,” I said, remembering the reasons we had listed when I last said, “I want a dog.”

No yard.

Carpeted floors.

Vet bills.

Food.

Housebreaking.

Daily walks.

Training.

Shots.

The kennel when we’re gone.

“I guess I’m feeling sentimental,” I said.  “I want something cute and cuddly to curl up with on the sofa––like when I was a kid.”

Charles looked hurt. “You told me I’m cute,” he said, pouting, then brightened.  “And I love to cuddle,” he added and pulled me close.

I sat up straight.  “I don’t think you’re listening. I want––you know, a furry little creature who…”

“I was about to volunteer again,” said Charles with a wry smile.  “But when you said the word furry, well, sorry, I can’t help you there,” he added as he opened his shirt and pointed to the three hairs on his chest.

“Very funny!” I said. “You know what I mean.  I’m serious. I want a dog.”

“Give me some time to get used to the idea,” said Charles.

“Really?”

“Really!”

We laughed, hugged, and tabled the discussion––temporarily.

Six weeks later on Christmas Eve, Charles walked into the den with a huge gift box.

“For me?” I asked.

He nodded yes.

I tore into the wrappings like an excited child.  I couldn’t imagine what it was.            “This is for both of us,” he said, smiling like a 10-year-old kid.

I pulled away the snow-white tissue.  And there, nestled in the center of the box were two of the cutest and cuddliest stuffed toy dogs I’d ever seen. I burst out crying.  “Oh Charles, they’re wonderful.” I leaped into his lap and covered his face with kisses.

“Down, girl!” he joked. “You said you wanted a dog, didn’t you?  Well, I decided I wanted one too.  So here they are. They’re small, neat, and very obedient.  And they’re, well, cute and cuddly and furry, too. Everything you asked for.”

I pulled the dogs close and nuzzled my face into their soft fur. Each one wore a tag with a name.  I plopped Dotty on my lap, and Charles grabbed Bruno.  We relaxed on our favorite sofa with our two new dogs resting comfortably on our chests.

That night I placed a soft towel in a little basket, laid the dogs on top, and put the basket at the foot of our bed. They remained there without a whimper until we took them out the next morning.

Two months later, as I walked in from a business trip, I ran into our bedroom to greet the dogs as I usually did whenever I returned home. I had missed them so. But something was different this time. Two tiny heads hung over the rim of the basket.  “What’s going on?” I asked Charles.

“Take a look,” he said with a mischievous grin.

I lifted up the big dogs and underneath were two adorable puppies, Doby who was dark like Bruno, and Bones who resembled Dotty with his sad eyes and droopy ears.

“They’re precious,” I squealed. “How did they get here?”

“It just happened,” said Charles with a twinkle in his eye. “I guess Dotty and Bruno were alone in that basket a little too long!”

 

 

 

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Dog Daze — 10 Comments

    • Thanks, Marie. I’m glad you liked my little story! I now have two ‘granddogs’ so I’m over my desire to have my own.

  1. Karen that is a precious story. I loved it! You and Charles are THE BEST!!
    Merry, Merry Christmas my dear friends. Enjoy the puppies!!

    • Thanks, Kathleen. I really appreciate that you ‘get’ us!! 🙂 Merry Christmas to you and Don, as well.

    • Thanks, Pam, for taking the time to comment. Glad you enjoyed my little dog ‘tale.’ Have a wonderful Christmas with your family.

  2. Karen,I can so relate to this story. We had been given the opportunity to adopt a 6 yr.old Min.Pin. from the wife of a friend whose husband recently passed. And, my poor husband sounded as pitiful as you did and I sounded more like your “sensible” husband. But, yesterday my husband won and “Red” gets to stay. Ron loves his Christmas present and I threw “common sense” out the window. The joy he has brought is worth it! He’s thrilled, “Red” is adjusting nicely, the former owner is relieved, and my hesitant heart is melting quickly. Thanks for sharing. Smiles, BRC

  3. Loved hearing from you, Beth. I’ll be looking forward to hearing more about your new pooch. I can imagine your husband is in heaven with his dog.

  4. I get the need for a dog! My husband is a little bit furry, but he goes to work at 4:30 AM. That is when he lets our son’s huge half golden lab and half pit bull, Rigby, into our room. She turns around five times at the foot of the bed and somehow always lands right on top of my legs, pinning me down. She is impossible to move without getting out of bed. But she makes me feel safe and warm the couple of hours after Don goes to work. I am going to miss her when our son moves to the country and comes to take Rigby with him. We might have to get a really BIG stuffed puppy! lol! Merry Christmas to you and your family!

    • Jerri, what a cute personal experience story. Thanks for sharing. One of my granddogs is a lab. You are right. One can’t get out of bed unless the dog moves. I’ve experienced it first-hand. But I love him.

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