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Jessie gets messy

“I do, again.” Santa slid the anniversary ring onto Molly’s finger and gave her a quick wedding-cakekiss.  It was Santa and Molly’s 75th wedding anniversary and to celebrate all of their friends and family had come to witness the pair getting remarried.

Jessie was standing in the front row thumping her tail on the floor.  She barked excitedly as the crowd cheered when the celebrant announced Santa and Molly as being remarried.  She hurried forward and licked first Santa and Molly across the face.

“Thank-you, girl.  Now, go amuse yourself but don’t get into trouble.”  Santa petted the dog’s soft black fur and nudged her away from the gathering of people waiting to congratulate him.

Jessie wagged her tail and obediently moved away.  Where better, she thought, to amuse herself than by the food table.  Someone would surely give her a treat if she looked forlorn enough.

Jessie positioned herself by the roast beef and sat down on the floor waiting for people to serve themselves. It didn’t take long for her to get disappointed when the server said the food wouldn’t be eaten for an hour.

Jessie’s tummy rumbled and she whined.   The roast beef looked so good.  Santa always shared his meal with her.  Surely, he wouldn’t mind if she had a tidbit.  Jessie looked in both directions to see if anyone was looking.  Everyone was busy at the front of the room around Santa and Molly. Jessie was alone.   Jessie quickly opened her mouth and grabbed the end of the closest piece of meat.  With one gulp the delicious morsel went into her stomach.

Jessie turned in a circle and wagged her tail.  She was still hungry but the table was too high for her to reach any more of the meat.  Jessie looked behind her.  The servers were popping champagne close to Santa and did not see her.  Jessie quickly and quietly jumped up and leaned her front paws on the table.  She grabbed another morsel of meat and then reached further in to grab another.  The meat had not yet been carved from the roast and would not come loose.  Jessie gave a tug.  The meat came flying off the table and Jessie lost her footing.  She nudged the table and it moved back and forth.  At the end of the table the three tier wedding cake rocked.

Jessie whined,  lay down and hid her head just as the cake came tumbling down on top of her.  Jessie sat enveloped in white fondant and raspberry jam.

There was silence in the room until Santa coughed and moved towards the dog. “Jessie, you do get into trouble.  Let’s see what Molly says about this.”

Molly came over to the table.  Her eyebrow was raised and a slight smile filled her face.  She watched as the dog hid her eyes with her paws.  “Well, girl.  I’ve heard it’s unlucky to have two wedding cakes anyway.  So, I suppose something was bound to happen.  Did you enjoy the roast?”

Jessie yipped and wagged her tail.

Molly laughed. ” I guess it’s chicken for the guests tonight. Let’s go to the table where we will be served by the waiters.  Maybe, if you’re served a plate you’ll get into less trouble. ”

Jessie raised her foot and looked at Molly and Santa.  They were both smiling and did not seem to be concerned she had destroyed their cake.  She was lucky, she thought, to have such good friends. Jessie silently toasted her friends happiness .  May Santa and Molly stay together forever, thought Jessie and may I be a part of their life for many years to come.

Dec. 23rd Jessie, Santa and Molly celebrate Christmas

With a swoosh the tree toppled over onto Santa’s head.  It was mid-afternoon and Santa, Jessie and Molly were celebrating their own Christmas before Santa would deliver toys to the children of the world.  Santa and Jessie had gone to the tree lot and picked out a real fir tree to put up in their home earlier in the morning.  But, Santa’s tummy had grown over the last few days and he was having trouble getting the tree to stand up in its stand.

Santa sighed and scratched his head.  He grunted as he stood up and lifted the tree once more.  He slid the base of the tree into the hole and then tried to lean it on the wall as he slid down to the ground to tighten the screws on the slim trunk. Continue reading Dec. 23rd Jessie, Santa and Molly celebrate Christmas

Dec. 18th – Jessie and Santa spend time at the Winter Carnival

Santa smiled and  looked at Jessie. “Where will we start girl? Do you want to eat first, or go play ball?” Jessie’s ears perked up at the sound of food, and Santa took it as a sign she was hungry. He led Jessie down a number of aisles deeper into the crowd.

As Jessie entered the food area of the carnival the most wonderful scents filled her nose. She sniffed the air and sat back on her haunches. In the stalls directly in front of them she could smell hamburgers, donuts and moose dogs. Jessie wagged her tail fiercely and nudged Santa with her nose.

Santa laughed and led them up to the hamburger stand. He purchased a burger for himself and a junior burger for Jessie. Santa then led Jessie to a bench and unwrapped the food for the dog. Jessie snatched the burger from Santa’s hand and then gulped it down in 3 bites.

Jessie wagged her tail with a thump and then began nudging Santa harder with her nose. When Santa ignored her and unwrapped his burger Jessie sat up and begged.

Santa ignored her. Eventually, when Jessie realized she was not getting the attention she wanted, she bopped Santa hand with her nose.

Santa dropped the remainder of his burger on the ground and Jessie snatched it up. She circled around the food as she tore into the meat and woofed it down. She finished the few crumbs she could find and then wagged her tail. She trotted up to Santa, put her head on his knee and licked his hand.

Instead of berating the dog, Santa sighed. He forgot that only a few short days ago Jessie was a stray and as a stray dog Jessie had known hunger. He knew that since they had  come to the North Pole Jessie was obsessed with food. Santa didn’t really blame her. After all she had to have been resourceful to survive on the streets. But here, she had all the food she needed.  If Santa and Molly weren’t careful Jessie would become overweight. Not the magic weight Santa gained every Christmas but real weight. He loved her too much to let her become ill.

Santa blamed himself. There were much better attractions at the fair that he could show the dog and tomorrow they’d enjoy some non-food fun. Santa petted Jessie on the head. “Let’s go girl. Time to go for a jog home.”

Dec. 17th – Jessie has a Polar Dip

Santa, Molly and Jessie walked down the main road  towards the town centre. They were walking through the grounds of the North Pole’s Elvin Winter Carnival.

Jessie had never seen a winter carnival before. She was entranced by the sights, sounds and smells. There were so many interesting people to watch that Santa had to gently tug on the leash to keep her walking with him.

Santa led Jessie around the corner to Ice Avenue. Located on the periphery of the carnival, it held hundreds of ice sculptures. This year’s theme for the carvings was the polar bear, and sculptors from around the pole were in various stages of carving solid ice bricks into whimsical shapes. Jessie watched as lights from above shone down on the sculptures, making them look like they gleamed from within. She abruptly sat on her haunches, and panted as she watched a young boy carve a small ball. Two ice polar bear cubs sandwiched the ball. The effect was that they were playing a game of soccer on an ice field.

Jessie liked the sculpture, but she liked watching the boy more. She had always liked children and would have liked to have gone over to make friends with the boy, but Santa said “Later Jessie”. Jessie obediently walked away with Santa.

They walked down to the side of the ocean where a large tent was set up. Jessie watched as people of all kinds came out of the tent wearing bathing suits. They were wrapped in towels with boots on their feet. The people stood at the edge of the water waiting for Santa.

Santa walked up to a microphone with Jessie on her lead. “Hello, everyone. Welcome to the 150th annual North Pole Polar Bear Dip. These brave souls have agreed to take a dip in this freezing water to raise funds for Juvenile Diabetes. Let’s give everyone a hand.” Santa began clapping, followed by rigorous applause from the spectators.

“I hereby call the North Pole Polar Bear dip open. Swimmers, take your spots.” Santa raised his hand and then let it fall. As it fell towards the ground, Jessie watched as participants jumped into the icy water. There were hundreds of participants jumping in. As soon as they dunked in, they ran out and draped themselves in towels.  She watched a second wave of swimmers run and jump into the water. To Jessie, it looked like everyone was having a merry time.

Although Jessie watched all of the contestants, she particularly watched the children. On the third wave of swimmers Jessie watched as one Elvin girl ran, and tried jumping into the water. She missed, fell, and knocked her head on the side of the ice. She slid into the water unconscious.

Jessie waited. Surely, the adults beside her had noticed. Jessie stood up. No one was going to help. No one must have noticed. Jessie pulled on the lead and tried to pull Santa over to the water. Santa leaned down and petted the dog and then continued to talk to a group of the spectators.

Jessie whined and pulled on the lead, but Santa was deep in conversation and didn’t notice the dog. He did notice when Jessie pulled herself out of her collar and sprang towards the water.

Built to run, Jessie was at the edge of the water in seconds. She jumped into the water, and pulled at the girls swimming suit, trying to pull her up onto the snow. She pulled, and pulled, but the fabric of the bathing suit was stretchy, and she found the fabric  snapped out of her jaws.  Fortunately, her efforts alerted Santa to the drowning girl.  He bellowed at the closest men to the girl. One man reached down, and picked the girl up and carried her  to the tent. Another, pair of hands picked the dog up, and carried her there as well.

Jessie struggled. She wanted to get down to help the girl. Molly ran up with several towels, and began wrapping, and drying the dog. “Sit still Jessie! Santa has gone to help the girl. You’ve done everything you could.” Molly kissed Jessie on the nose and fluffed her fur.

About 15 minutes later Jessie was drying by a heater. She and Molly waited on the inner edge of the tent for Santa to come, and tell them if the girl was alive.  Jessie kept whining, and Molly couldn’t console her. Finally, they saw Santa walking towards them with a big smile. “The girl is going to be fine Jessie. You saved her life.”

Jessie wagged her tail, and yipped as Molly grabbed Jessie around the neck. “You’re a hero Jessie. You’re the hero of the carnival.”