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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.”

August 4th – Santa battles the surf

Lake Huron was churning.  Waves splattered against the golden sand leaving welts in the landscape. Just down the shore the red flag flew briskly at the lifeguard station in Grand Bend, but at Port Blake the beach was quiet.  It was early in the day and Santa and Jessie had ridden the sleigh down to Southern Ontario to spend the day with Santa’s old uncle who was celebrating his 110th birthday.  Santa wasn’t looking forward to the celebration.  His uncle was ailing, and he didn’t like seeing him in pain, but a celebration there would be.  Later in the day they would attend the party but for now Jessie enjoyed a quiet time walking down the beach with her best friend.

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The surf on Lake Huron

The pair walked down towards the public beach just away from the water.  Every time the waves got near Jessie’s feet she ran upwards onto the sand.  She had never liked open water and had no intention of getting her feet wet.

Santa picked up a stick and threw it for the dog.  They happily played fetch while making their way down the shore.  Santa threw the stick and Jessie ran to catch it.  She returned it to Santa and then barked until he threw it again.  Santa picked up the stick for another throw but stopped abruptly.  He could hear someone calling nearby.  “Help!” the voice called.  “Help me please!” Continue reading August 4th – Santa battles the surf

Jan. 6th – Jessie makes a friend at the beach

Jessie, Molly, and Santa were visiting Molly’s cousin in Australia for the weekend. Santa had flown them down overnight and they had spent the day in the cottage playing games, laughing, and having fun.

Jessie had never been to the beach before but as soon as they reached the shoreline she fell in love with it. On the sand she sniffed a myriad of wonderful smells. She had also met several children and had played a game of Frisbee with them and built a sand castle.

Jessie sniffed the air. The smell of water, sun tan lotion, and cooking fires filled her nose. She sniffed contentedly in the sand until she heard Santa calling.

“Lunch time Jessie. We’re having a BBQ. Hurry, let’s eat! ” Santa smiled at the dog. He looked strange today to Jessie Santa’s large stomach protruded out from underneath a purple and lime Hawaiian shirt. His belly button jiggled above his khaki shorts.

Jessie’s ears quivered and her ears shot up when she heard the word BBQ. Her mouth salivated as she trotted over to Santa. He had set up with lawn chairs, a tent, the BBQ, and a beach blanket on the sand.

Santa pulled a hot dog off of the barbecue and put it on a plate for Jessie. She raised her hand in thanks to Santa. He smiled, and bent down to shake it.

As Santa shook her hand, a grey and white bird swooped down from above, and grabbed the hot dog off of Jessie’s plate. The bird ziog-zagged up, and away with Jessie’s meal.

Jessie barked and whined. She chased the bird down the beach as it swooped up and down above her. She ran until the gull swooped out into the water and landed on a sand bar out in the lake. When the gull landed Jessie paced back and forth until the birds pecked at her meal. Defeated, Jessie walked back to the camp fire with her tail between her legs.

Jessie reached the campfire, pushed Santa’s legs with her nose, and whined.

Santa laughed. “It’s okay Jessie. I made extra. I should have known better to put the food down unguarded. Gulls will eat anything.”

Santa pulled out another plate and plopped a sausage on it. “With all that exercise I thing you need something more filling. Don’t you?”

Jessie barked and wagged her tail furiously. She liked her lips and waited for Santa to cut up the food and put the plate on the ground. Jessie watched every move that Santa made. She was not going to have her meal stolen this time.

As soon as the food had been placed in the sand, another gull swooped down and tried to grab the plate. This time Jessie was ready. She jumped and snapped. In an instant she found her mouth was full of a frightened gull.

Jessie opened her eyes wide in surprise. She hadn’t meant to grab the bird. It had just been instinct to snap when the bird flew by. Jessie very gently lowered her head and placed the gull in the sand. She backed up towards the plate and pushed it towards the gull.

The gull sat silently staring at the dog. When Jessie did not move towards it, the gull walked back and forth a few times. Then,hesitantly, it came forward and pecked at a piece of the sausage.

Jessie wagged her tail and gently began eating from the other side of the plate. She ate most of the food but left enough so that the gull had something to finish. When she was finished her portion she licked the bird across the head, backed up and trotted over to Santa looking for more food.

Santa greeted Jessie with a smile. “Such a kind, and smart animal you are Jessie. I think that deserves a reward don’t you? “This time Santa pulled out a piece of steak from the BBQ, and held it out for Jessie to see.

“This time girl why don’t you eat it in the tent. The gulls won’t bother you there.” Santa put the plate with the steak in the tent and Jessie sniffed. Her mouth watered and she could barely wait for the food. If all trips to the beach were like this then she hoped they could visit more often.