> > > The Night Before > Dog-mas > > �Twas the night > before Dog-mas, > when all through the > pound > not a puppy was > yelping, > or playing around; > > Our leashes were > hung > by our kennels with > care, > in hopes that St. > Bernard > would soon find us > there; > > Chihuahuas were > curled up, > all snug in their > beds, > while visions of > doggie-treats > danced in their > heads; > > Max in his collar, > on somebody's lap, > had tucked in his > tail > for a midwinter's > nap, > > When outside the > room > there arose such a > clatter, > my ears perked right > up > to hear what was the > matter. > > Away to the window > I jumped up with > glee, > and barked at the > shadows > that were cast by a > tree. > > The glow from the > moon > changed night into > day, > and started me > thinking, > Woof, woof! Time to > play! > When, what with my > puppy-dog eyes did I > see, > But a splendid > dog-sled, > led by doggies like > me. > With a regal furred > driver > commanding, not > stern. > I yelped to the > others, > �That must be St. > Bern!� > > More rapid than > greyhounds > our saviors they > came, > and we barked and we > howled, > and called them by > name: > > �There Duchess! > There King! > Fat Chance, and Bare > Buffy! > On Fido! On Scooter! > > On, Rover and > Scruffy! > > Go by the red > hydrant > and run past those > trees! > Nothing can stop > you, > not even some > fleas!� > > As puppies at play > chase after a stick > and race to their > masters > so lively and quick, > > So out in the field > his canines all > flew, > catching the > Frisbees, > that St. Bernard > threw. > > And then in an > instant, > I heard at the door > the scratching and > clawing > of each little paw. > > As I pulled in my > nose, > and was turning > around, > Through the door St. > Bernard > came in with a > bound. > > He was dressed all > in fur, > from his head to his > tail, > his wood cask > adorned > with an icing of > hail; > > A bag of chew-toys > he had > brought in with him, > > and his mouth was > turned up > in what looked like > a grin. > > His eyes - how they > twinkled! > His ears flopped, > how merry! > His coat shone like > crystal, > his nose like a > cherry! > > His big sloppy mouth > > was drawn up like a > bow, > and the fur on his > chin > was as white as the > snow; > > The stump of a bone > he held tight in his > teeth, > and his collar > encircled > his neck like a > wreath; > > He had a large face > and a furry, round > belly > that shook when he > barked, > like a bowl full of > jelly. > > He was fluffy and > plump, > a big, cuddly old > pooch > and I laughed when I > saw him > and gave him a > smooch. > > A wink of his eye > and > a wag of his tail; > we knew right away > we'd have homes, > without fail. > > He howled not a > howl, but > went straight to his > deed, > and took down our > leashes > that soon we would > need. > > He opened the door, > and families stood > there, > with children, all > smiling, > and much love to > spare. > > He leapt to his > sled, > to his team gave a > call, > and away they all > flew > as if chasing a > ball. > > But I heard him > exclaim > as he chewed on a > bone: > �Happy Dog-mas to > all, > and to all a Good > Home!� > > Please remember a donatation to your local Shelter, Humane Society > and/or Rescue organization for the Howlidays. > -- http://www.FlyingColorsCavaliers.com
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