No sooner had Magnus left on Christmas Eve, PL was racing around wrapping things, packing a bag, on the phone and shortly after, out came my Sherpa. I could smell the food he was packing in the Kitchen-one, two, three meals-looks like we're staying overnight somewhere. We're not going to be home for Christmas.We raced along 125th St to the the Metro North train station and were soon on our way to Mamaroneck. Christmas was going to be spent for the second year with Maisie. In fact that evening we were joined by Ernie, a tall gangly fellow, French like myself, a poodle without the fancy haircut. The three of us worked the room, quite dilligently, by that I mean we scoured the floor for rather interesting tidbits mainly crumbs of a variety of cheeses, a little goose pate, a splash of shrimp dip, one entire pig in a blanket. That was the amuse bouche. For main hardly anything- I did have some of the steak the next day. In my boredom I barked at Ernie just for the hell of it- he growled back rather passively, his tail wagging the whole time so it was for nothing.
Christmas morning was fun, Maisie and I were completely into her tongue ball. I was completely tortured by a laser light that I could never seem to quite catch. I got my very own stocking and my breakfast was ground Venison.
So why is the title of this post "I'll be home for Christmas" when clearly we weren't. Last year, as he often does PL was taking a look around the FBRN site and saw a photo of a Frenchie who was waiting to be adopted. A beautiful cream frenchie lying on a rug. She looked as if she was daydreaming. The thought that flashed in PL's head was that she was singing quietly to herself.
"Christmas eve will find me
Where the love light gleams
I'll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams"
He immediately worked on the design of a card which he donated to FBRN. The design was made available again this year in their CafePress store.
She's no longer waiting to be adopted so she must have found a home now and for her just, like me there was 'snow and mistletoe, and presents on the tree'
Ok there was no snow. But there's always another Frenchie daydreaming about going home over at FRBN. Read about their stories and think of them as we do at this time of year.
