Chapter 1 – Christmas In A Kennel
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By John Davidson
Although we never recommended that puppies go home at Christmas, we usually tried to have a female due soon after the New Year. January and February can be dark, bleak months, but inside it was “puppies in the kitchen” time. It made the winter go quickly, and we bonded with those puppies particularly. The puppies would not be ready to go to their new homes until mid-March, a much better time to housebreak a puppy than winter.
Sunny, a beautiful little champion, was due on January 2nd. My spouse had decided, “Let’s not make any plans for New Year’s Eve,” as Sunny whelped her last two litters early. She had produced two large litters, and we hoped to get one or two puppies to show. However, she had not swollen in size this time, and I surmised Sunny would have two pups at most. She wagged her tail slowly and looked up at me with those soft, sweet eyes as I felt her flank for any sign of puppies. “Boy, will they be spoiled babies!” I thought as I did a kennel check before we left for my sister’s house on Christmas Eve. I gave everyone a huge dog biscuit and said, “Merry Christmas, guys. I hope Santa is good to you tonight.”
Inside the house it was pandemonium as Sally supervised children’s baths, listened for the stove timer to go off, and stacked Christmas presents as I took them to the van. It had been lightly snowing for an hour or so–one of those “fairy tale” snows with large flakes. I caught some on my tongue. “John, how old are you?” my wife teased me as she startled me from behind. “We’ve got to get the car packed, my casserole is coming out of the oven, and I’m still wrapping!”
“Merry Christmas, honey,” I cooed semi-sweetly. Dutifully I trudged back to the kitchen and began my special speed-wrapping mode. Tissue was flying, and scissors were snapping while I warbled “White Christmas” in my best Bing Crosby voice.
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