A Barnabas Christmas: The Holiday Through My Eyes

I woke up at three o’clock on the happiest day of the year. My masters, Mia and Sadie, were rummaging around in the food box and were eating cheese. I looked longingly at the cheese. Whenever there is food, I wake up in seconds.

I started making noise in my crate to get my masters’ attention. It took forever for them to see me, and when they did see me, they ignored me. This made me irritated. I made as much noise as I could.

When my masters did take me out of my crate, they put me in it again within the next minute. I was annoyed, but I fell asleep shortly afterwards.

When I woke up seven hours later, I was greeted by the smiling faces of my masters and I was given a raw hide, which delighted and entertained me. Before I knew it, an hour was gone, and so was the raw hide. I thought back to the memory of the delicious chewy-ness which was the raw hide. No, I told myself. I must not think of the delicious, meat tasting, ever chewy…..

And there I was, thinking of what must not be thought about while Master Mommy was preparing a feast for my masters’ noon meal. I stopped thinking of IT and crawled under the table to investigate the crumbs.

At the end of the holiday, I can only try not to think of IT, and express my desire for another raw hide, er, Christmas very soon

It is Hard to Be a Dog: A Puggle's Trouble

As I look around at my house from spot in the sun, I see my master, taking a picture of me. I don’t really care; I like people attempting to put my name to fame. Plus, it makes me feel important.

I love my masters. I look around at my lovely surrounding. I see my stocking that says “good dog” and see my comfortable bed. I also see the inviting basket of toys that seems to call out to me. I start playing with my favorite toy, Wet, or Wubba II.

Just as I am about to play with it, I smell something even better that Wet, food! My masters are making something in the room with the table. At first, I stare at it with big, lovely, brown eyes and wish with all my heart, trying to beg my way into the lovely meal which lies just beyond my reach. But that fails. My heart, (as well as my stomach) craves that lovely meal. But there still is hope. I look under the table for food. Maybe Master Abe will drop a lot of food today.

I know deep down in the depths of my heart (and stomach) that Master Abe is much more careful now and will likely not drop food. It is hard to be a dog.

Barnabas:Me

Squirrel!

As I sniff around my house, I smell a diversity of new smells that I only smell once a year: the smell of Christmas. My masters always bring in a big tree from outside with weird pointiest that fall off and taste good. I love this time of year. My masters seem to bake whenever I am awake, during this season, so I always smell food that I can never eat. (Unless the shortest master Abe is eating, he drops food often) The masters are in good spirits and sometimes feed me extra bits of meat. I eat and sleep and play a little, when I am not scrounging for food under the tables.

I must have lived with these masters for a long time, because almost the only thing I can remember is them.  If they are puggles, like me, then they certainly are long and lean. (puggles are generally fat) My life is full of mysteries, my life is a mystery, but I wouldn’t change a thing.

I am Barnabas, and I look forward to sharing about myself with you.

Squirrel!

As I sniff around my house, I smell a diversity of new smells that I only smell once a year: the smell of Christmas. My masters always bring in a big tree from outside with weird pointiest that fall off and taste good. I love this time of year. My masters seem to bake whenever I am awake, during this season, so I always smell food that I can never eat. (Unless the shortest master Abe is eating, he drops food often) The masters are in good spirits and sometimes feed me extra bits of meat. I eat and sleep and play a little, when I am not scrounging for food under the tables.

I must have lived with these masters for a long time, because almost the only thing I can remember is them.  If they are puggles, like me, then they certainly are long and lean. (puggles are generally fat) My life is full of mysteries, my life is a mystery, but I wouldn’t change a thing.

I am Barnabas, and I look forward to sharing about myself with you.

Squirrel!