This is Santa Jack:
He brings wet kisses and lots of fur to children all around the house.
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The only reason Jack-Jack cooperated with this photo was because he knew he was already in trouble. Earlier today, he and his compadre, Lucy, ran out the front door all by themselves. The first time, it wasn’t so bad. I just noticed they weren’t hanging around at my feet as they usually do, so I began to call them. No response. I called again. Still nothing. So, I went to the kids’ rooms to see if they and their friends had involved the dogs in an imaginative game of “hostage,” but unfortunately the dogs were nowhere to be found. I quickly opened the front door, called them, and lo and behold… it was a Christmas miracle, they both playfully bounded from the front lawn to the inside of the front door. Whew! That was a close one. About 2 hours later, however, a visitor left the front door ajar as she stepped inside. While no one was looking, the dogs were out like a shot of lightning. Of course, I called, but no one came. I took off down the sidewalk calling loudly, “Jack! Lucy! Come!” Yet no one came. Those two dogs even went different directions. It’s as if they had been sitting around inside planning it all out. “I’ll go left…you go right…we’ll meet at the hydrant down the street to regroup.” It took a while, but Jack finally came to me. I guess he was getting a little tired…and hungry. Then there is Lucy. It was as if that little pup had suddenly become one of Santa’s reindeer! She flew around like she had the fire of Santa’s sleigh in her belly. I was not amused. Luckily, Jack and Lucy befriended some passers-by and as I dragged Jack by his collar several blocks down the street, the kind strangers asked as they grabbed Lucy by her collar, “Is this one yours too?” Yes…by all means, yes. We were lucky though. A car was driving by and Lucy knows nothing of fear (well, at least not of cars…she is very familiar with fear associated with cameras (who knows why!) and loud, unusual noises…but no, not cars!). The kind strangers called to her as she ran into the street, then they scooped her up and asked if they could bring her back to her home. YES, kind strangers, please… YES. So, they did just that. They rendered help to a fellow man (woman)…and saved the day for human and canines. …and that my friends is the tale of Santa Jack. Merry Christmas to all…and to all a good night.
For the photo, Jack knew he better sit still and indulge the rest of us in a little holiday merriment. He didn’t even budge.
Just for kicks, here’s photos of the pups right after their neighborhood excursion.
“Hey Lucy, lay low… and maybe she’ll forget our little adventure.”
