dogsin the city
Season of Birds and Trees. The holidays are just a little too perplexing
for Guinness, and his sibling, little Rosie Roo, two Pembroke Welsh Corgis. T
he other day, Mom came home and announced that she’d bagged her bird. I was aghast when she held up her
but I couldn't quite put my paw on it. The next day, I was casually lounging
my sweet, fur-clad self across the center of the room to keep an eye on things while
finally happened: indoor plumbing. And just as I was contemplating how
to show off my new luxury item to my puppy-peeps, Mom came in and started shoving all kinds of lights and sparkly dangly things all over, and in every crevice of that poor tree. Then she stood back and looked quite pleased with herself. For what, we had no idea. Of course, Rosie and I had to sneak over to assess the situ- ation and give it the sniff test. It was at that moment when we dis-
covered the tree was a fake. Now, what is the point of having indoor plumbing if it doesn’t even work, much less be nose- worthy? Later, when we were outside playing
with RC (Rubber Chicken), Rosie decided to smuggle in a dead lizard and deposited its grimy little carcass right under the tree. She thought maybe that would help the missing aroma factor for that imposter of a tree. Well, we’ll never really know if that
prize…bereft of a head and feathers, there it was - a turkey in the buff! We knew Mom was the ultimate hunter, but she kept all the fun to herself in catching that turkey, then ripping out the feathers and all…she should have at least let me de- squeak that portly poultry! But now my super sniffer had begun
to twitch. A nose tingling waft of some- thing sweet and familiar was out there,
taking a snooze. The football game was on and I was doing my usual stealth multi-tasking as I drifted in and out of a great dream (where I was herding giant ducks). But, I digress. Without warning, Dad dragged in
this box and proceeded to build a tree. Pretty soon that bad boy was up and looking pretty good. I could only stare in disbelief. It had
idea would have worked, because Rosie was busted by Mom who wasted no time in scooping up that lizzie corpse and toss- ing it right out the door! But, I have to respect the little Roo
for the apprehension and near flawless implementation of the contraband (except for the part where she got caught). Now, wait a doggone minute.
Turkey?, Indoor tree, lights, and sparklies? Dog-nog? SNAP! Jingle Bells, barks and howls. Christmas is definitely in the air.
Life from a Dog’s Perspective is a series written for The New Barker by Guinness the dog (as told to his mom, Lon Martin). Photograph by Lon Martin.
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