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Jessie celebrates Wiggle Your Toes Day

August the 6th is national Wiggle Your Toes Day and Santa is having a party on the warmpawprints summer sands of lake Huron.  He’s put together a celebration where the elves must design pictures in the sand by using only their toes.  Santa has brought Jessie along to wander the beach and have fun playing in the surf.

Jessie wandered the shoreline for most of the morning dashing after seagulls and rolling in the sand.  About noon her stomach began to get rumbly and she returned to Santa’s tent on the beach to get a snack and see the pictures the elfves were making.

Jessie skipped along the dunes spraying sand to her sides.  As she rounded the corner to Santa’s tent she unintentionally sprayed sand on Poppy the elf’s display.  Poppy wrinkled her nose and called to the dog.  “Jessie, look what you’ve done.  I’ll have to start again.”

Jessie’s ears flopped down and she began a slow walk over to Poppy.  She looked at the ground and stopped just below Poppy’s feet.

Poppy looked down at the dog and her heart melted.  “It’s okay, Jessie.  Maybe you can help me with my design.”  Poppy looked at the trail the dog had left behind her.  “Your paws make interesting designs in the sand.  Let’s work together.”

Jessie barked and sat up straight waiting for Poppy to tell her where to move.  Poppy laughed and told Jessie to walk to the right and to stop by the old piece of drift wood.

Jessie did as she was asked and sat quietly until Poppy told her to move in a different direction.  Soon, Poppy and Jessie had laid out a design of a Christmas tree in the sand.  Jessie’s paw prints were the ornaments hanging from the tree and Poppy’s toe prints were the branches.

Satisfied Poppy patted the dog and sat down on a beach blanket to wait for the judging of the pictures. She fed Jessie a biscuit just as Santa and Molly came by to judge the sand creation.

“Why, Poppy.  This is very well done and I see you’ve had some help!” said Molly with a smile.

Jessie barked and wagged her tail.

“You’re the last to be judged and in this case I guess we’ve saved the best for last.  You’ve won the blue ribbon.  Here’s one for you Poppy and Jessie I’ll pin yours on your collar.”

Molly waited for the dog to come close and then bent down.  She gently attached the blue ribbon to Jessie’s collar and then stroked the fur.  “It’s nice to see you stayed out of trouble today.”

Poppy grinned at Jessie and Jessie hid her head in the sand.

“Oh, so you did get in trouble.  Well it all worked out in the end.  Happy National Wiggle Your Toes Day, Jessie.  Now let’s go get lunch.”

Jessie goes white water rafting

Jessie squirmed in her doggie flotation device.  Her tail whipped back and forth rapidly

whitewaterrafting
churning water

as she leaned over the edge of the raft and barked at the crests of water as they passed the sides of the boat.

Santa, Molly and Jessie were on holiday and were white water rafting in Alberta.  They had spent the morning leisurely coasting down the river but now the water had become rough and the raft occupants were busily paddling trying to keep the boat afloat.

Jessie was enjoying herself immensely.  She liked the feel of the spray on her nose and the noise of the water as it lapped by.  She would have rushed out of the boat but was securely tied to the middle of the raft with cords to keep her from falling into the churning water.

The morning went quickly until the group turned a bend and the water became rougher than they had seen.  Santa , who was at the back of the boat, pushed his paddle in the water a little too roughly.  He lost his grip and the paddle floated away from him.  Santa leaned a little to far over to grab the oar and fell into the icy water.

Santa’s life jacket kept him above the water and he was able to grab onto a rock. He grasped the stone with all of his strength and waited for someone to rescue him.

Jessie whimpered and began to pull on the cord that attached her to the boat.  She barked furiously and pulled as hard as she could until the cord broke.  The dog jumped into the water and tried to swim to her friend.

But the water was too strong and the dog began to float down the river away from the boat. “Get, Jessie,” called Santa.  “I can wait for the next raft.  Save the dog!”

The crew of the raft dipped their paddles into the water with all their strength and steered the raft towards the dog.  It took them some time to reach the dog who was now cold and barely moving in the water.  The expedition leader reached over the side of the raft an lifted the wet and shivering dog into the boat.

Molly moved closer to the dog.  Tears formed in her eyes.  “Jess, are you okay? You’ve got to be okay.  Help her, please.”  Molly turned to the leader and pleaded for help.

The leader directed the boat to the side of the river where they got out of the raft.  He lifted the dog to the ground and toweled her fur off until she was almost dry.  He lit a fire and placed the dog close enough to the embers to get warm but far enough away to keep from burning herself.

The group then waited.  It wasn’t long until another raft came churning down the river.  It came into shore and Santa was helped out and led over to the fire.  He sat down beside the fire to dry himself off.  The dog slowly rose, licked his face and pushed her body close to his.  Her tail thumped on the ground.

Molly wiped tears from her eyes.  “You’re both all right then?  I don’t know what I’d do without either of you.”  She hugged Santa and Jessie with a big bear hug, picked up a heavy blanket and covered them up.

“We’re fine Molly.  Stupid of me really.  I should have let the paddle go.  If I had I wouldn’t have fallen in and Jessie wouldn’t have jumped in.  We’re lucky the expedition leader’s were able to help us.” Santa turned to the leader.  “Thank-you for saving our lives.  There will be a little something special for you at Christmas.”  He laughed a belly laugh and pulled the blanket closer around him warming his hands by he flame.

Jessie wagged her tail and sighed contentedly.  A returned friend and a warm belly.  What more could a dog ask for?

The Feather Fight

Santa sat beside on the picnic table.  He had a book on his lap and many of the town’s children sitting around him.  On warm summer nights it had become a tradition that Santa would read a story from one of his favorite book. Tonight he decided to read “The Feather Fight” to the children

The Feather Fightfeathers

It was a humid day in the middle of summer and Toby walked through the park with several of his school friends.  He wished they could go into the air conditioned theater but the kids from his school didn’t have the money to waste on luxuries.  Instead, they mostly hung around the park playing soccer, having water fights and teasing girls.

He could see Misha and his cronies down by the mill pond.  They skateboarded toward Toby and his friends.  Misha was rich or, more precisely, his parents were rich.   Misha went to the private school in town and did all the things that Toby wished he could do.   Every time Toby saw that superior look on Misha’s face, he wanted to bash it in. So, when Misha skated by, Toby grabbed Misha’s arm and pulled him off his skateboard.

Misha fell to the ground with a thud. He grasped his arm and cried out.  Misha held his arm for several moments as his face turned redder and redder.  He breathed deeply and looked up at Toby.

“What did you do that for, doofus?  Think you own the park, do you?  Well, you own nothing.  Nothing at all.  You’re poor and weak and an idiot and I’m going to pound your face in.”  Misha scrambled up and leapt forward, reaching out to hit Toby.  Toby edged forward, taunting him to strike.

But before Misha could punch Toby, Misha’s brother Eric grabbed the boy’s arm.  “There must be some other way to solve this, Misha.  You know what Dad said would happen if you got into another fight.”  The brothers looked at each other and Misha slowly relaxed the grip of his fist.

“You don’t expect me to let him get away with that, do you?” spluttered Misha.  His gaze bore directly into Toby’s eyes.

“No, but maybe I have a better idea.”  Eric pointed across the street to old man McCann’s pillow factory.  “The garbage bin is open.  There’s always dud pillows in there.  What if we used them to fight?  Dad can’t actually say anything if we hit each other with feathers, now can he?”  Eric grinned and pointed at Toby.  “Are you in or are you and your friends too afraid to face us.”

Toby’s eyes burned.  He longingly gazed at Misha’s leather coat and blushed when he saw Misha watching.  His hand was clenched in a tight fist.

Toby took a deep breath and glared at Eric.  “We’re in.  Perhaps I can suggest a bet?  The losers have to run through the winners’ school wearing only their underwear.  Are you in?”

Misha didn’t hesitate.  “We’re in.”

“Come on then.  Let’s go get the pillows.”  Toby hurried forward to cross the small road to the pillow factory.

The two groups of boys watched each other as they walked across the parking lot.  They opened the garbage bin and pulled out a variety of pillows.  Some of the pillows had tears, some had feather’s sticking out of the fabric and others were missing zippers.  All of the pillows couldn’t be sold but were good enough that they made amazing weapons.

The boys returned to the park and in quiet agreement went to the corner of the field where they were out of view from of the pillow factory.  They agreed that the last boy standing was the champion and then began striking each other with their pillows.

Misha slapped Toby and Toby slapped Eric.  Eric clopped another boy and the other boy smashed Misha.  It didn’t take long before the groups of boys were hitting each other with the pillows in a free-for-all.  The hits were initially hard, but after ten minutes of pounding each other, something strange happened.  The boys calmed down.  They were no longer angry and they no longer really cared if they won.  They were standing in the warm sun, with feathers fluttering and floating around them.  The warm sounds of laughter filled the air.

Toby fell down and Misha found that he was the only boy left standing.  He sneezed from the feathers floating around him and then curiously examined Toby’s expression.   Toby no longer seemed angry.  In fact, he seemed amused.  Misha moved forward to demand that Toby honour his debt and then changed his mind.  He held out his hand, and called to Toby.  “Best two out of three?”

Toby smiled, took Misha’s hand, and rose to stand beside him.  They grinned and began to pelt each other with the pillows once again.

It just so happened that a local newsman was in the area and saw the pillow battle from his car.  He began taking pictures of the boys.  He waited until they were exhausted and finished their fight.  They had just called a truce, with no winner, when the paper man then came forward.  “Hello, boys.  I see you’ve been getting into mischief this fine summer’s day.  What a glorious day for a pillow fight.  Mind if I take your pictures for the local paper?”
The boys looked at each other and turned red. “Only if you won’t tell anyone where we got the pillows from,“ said Toby.

The reporter smiled.  “Of course.”

The reporter took a picture of Misha, Eric and Toby holding each other up, with pillows in their hands and feathers filtering through the air.

The newspaper article ran in the Gazette the next day with the picture of the boys on the front page.  Their smiles filled the picture.  The reporter, true to his word, did not say where the pillows were from but everyone in the community could guess.

The boys’ antics made many of the adults in the community smile to themselves and remember their summer outings when they were children.  Mr. Wilds, for example, talked to his wife that evening,” I remember as a boy sneaking out to go skinny dipping with my friends on steamy summer nights. “  Ms. Wilds smiled and admitted,” we used to steal apples from the mayor’s tree and my brother tried to run away to the circus.”  They chuckled each one thinking that the boys would remember the feather fight fondly when they grew up.

But there were others in the community who said that the boys should be disciplined for taking the pillows without permission. Ms. Gilley, for example, dropped her crocheting and went down to the police department.  “Those boys should be charged with mischief.  The pillows didn’t belong to them and the expense to clean up the park has to come out of someone’s pocket.  What do you have to say to that sheriff?”

The sheriff cleared his throat.  “The boys can only be picked up if Mr. McCann decides to press charges.  I don’t think we want to go that far do we Ruth?”  He shuffled his papers and pointedly picked up his coat.  “I have to go on patrol. Good night Ruth.”  The sheriff shooed the woman out of the building and closed the door behind him as he left to patrol the streets.  ‘After all’, he thought, ‘boys will be boys’.

Mr. McCann was a jolly fellow and laughed when he read the paper.  The article made him think about his youth and the fun he had during his summers by the park.  He decided that he was going to have a great feather fight for the other children of the community.  He called the boys together.  “Since you took my pillows without permission I would like you to help me organize a pillow fight for next year. You can use the reject pillows we would normally throw away and I’ll even provide refreshments for the party.  What do you think, boys? Are you interested?”

The boys accepted Mr. McCann’s offer.  They planned and worked together over the next year and became fast friends.  The next summer they participated in the largest pillow fight in the province’s history.  There was laughter and smiles all around the community that day.

The bet the boys made was never honored.  Instead, the boys participated in the pillow fight every year until they grew older.  The pillow fight continues on and is a tradition in the community long after Misha, Eric and Toby have been forgotten. Each year, feathers fly, children chatter and the bonds of unlikely friendships are formed.

Jessie’s Christmas in July

Since the elves are too busy to celebrate Christmas Day Santa and Molly host a Christmas party in July.   Jessie loves the party.  Below are a list of her favorite things about the celebration.

  • Decorated plastic palm trees.  They are lit up around Claus square.sun
  • Sun shaped sugar cookies with yellow and orange sprinkles.
  • Peach cider by the ocean.
  • Secret Santa gifts for all of the young elves.  Jessie likes to watch the smiles and laughter as the gifts are opened.
  • A bonfire on the tundra.  The elves roast marshmallows and make Smores.
  • The skidoo parade down Main Street.  The skidoos are all decorated and the elves wear costumes as they show their machines.
  • Sunny cards.  Similar to Christmas cards they send the receiver good wishes.  It is traditional to have a sun on the front of the card with other designs added.
  • Agility races for the dog sled teams.  Jessie likes to run with Angel’s team.  She’s never won a prize yet but she keeps trying.
  • A new doggie bed.  Molly replaces Jessie’s bed every year on the holiday.
  • Hamburgers on the barbecue.  Santa cooks them just right.
  • The Christmas music contest.  Jessie especially likes to listen to the choirs.