- Molly’s cookie tins smell amazing.
- Molly makes the best shortbread. She always makes a special batch for Jessie with applesauce in them.
- Molly is sweet and kind. she always stops to pet and hug Jessie.
- Molly makes Jessie warm clothes to keep out the winter chill.
- Molly has a bright and warm smile. She lights up the room.
- Molly loves children and does all sorts of volunteer work to help children from around the world.
- Molly loves to laugh at Santa. She gets a twinkle in her eyes just before she teases him.
- Molly is never late with Jessie’s supper.
- Molly likes to go for walks with Jessie and Santa.
- Molly smells like lavender and roses.
- Molly plays ball with Jessie for hours on end.
- When Jessie is sad Molly tries to cheer her up.
August the 6th is national Wiggle Your Toes Day and Santa is having a party on the warm 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 squirmed in her doggie flotation device. Her tail whipped back and forth rapidly
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?