Santa Brought Me The Best Present In The World

I have been very good this year.  I did not eat mommy’s walls or window sills.  Well, maybe a little carpet here or there.  But overall I was the best pup in the world.  I know, because mommy always tells me.  Since I was so good I asked Santa for some bigger presents.  Since I was such an angle, Santa brought me the best present in the world.  Any guesses?  Yup, Santa brought me my big human brother home for Christmas.  I don’t have a very big family but it is a great family.  brotherFor Christmas, I wanted to have everyone together.  At first I saw this tall man walking toward the front door.  I alerted mom quickly “Mom! Woof, woof, woof!”  Mom got a big smile and screamed out in happiness.  She opened the door so I could run out a protect her.  The man said my name.  I recognized the voice.  He sounded like my human brother but he looked like a grown up human.  As I got closer I saw that it was my brother!  Okay, okay, my eyes aren’t as sharp as they used to be.  Don’t tell the other woofs; after all I am a hunting breed with sharp eyesight.  Before I know it my reputation will explode on facebook.  You know how some woofs are.  Anyhow, I was so happy to smell him.  Mommy was happy, big human sister was happy, we were a happy family together for Christmas.  We enjoyed our usual traditions, including making me wait until midnight to open my stocking presents.  It didn’t matter how many times I would point out my stocking or how long I sat staring at it.

I had to wait.  It was a long night and my back was starting to hurt from sitting there guarding my stocking.  Finally midnight came! I got to open my presents first.  Then everyone else opened theirs.  I tried helping my human sister open hers but she wanted no part of it.  Mommy would let me help her unwrap presents but then she wouldn’t let me play with them.  I think if I help unwrap then I should be able to play with them too.  The holidays were more than awesome and I am grateful to have such a special family that loves me enough to spend it together.



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About Simba's Mom

I was born and raised in California, lived in Pennsylvania for several years, and have recently moved to Delaware. I have gone from being a teacher for 20 years to a blogger and now back to teaching but still blogging. I have a great dog named Simba. Simba is a German Shorthaired Pointer. Life with Simba is an adventure every day. I have had dogs my entire life but I have learned most about dogs living with Simba. German Shorthaired Pointers really do become your best friend. They become extremely attached and that is why they say they have the Velcro phenomenon. Simba now has a sister 8 years younger and her name is Gypsy.
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