It was a long wait, but Jake seems to think it was worth it.
On Christmas Eve, Steve and I put the gifts under the tree and stuffed each other’s stockings under the watchful gaze of our RoadDog. It took Jake less than a minute to sniff out a bag containing a gift for him which he pulled out from under the tree and dove into head first. With much rattling of tissue paper and pushing off the bag with his front paws, he emerged seconds later with a stuffed monkey with extra long arms and legs and a squeaker in each paw. Our beloved Cairn quickly disappeared under the dining room table with his new toy in his mouth, its arms and legs flailing wildly.
In case I have never done so before, let me explain that as best I can. We have no idea why, but all of Jake’s new treasures go directly under the dining room table. There is no time to stop and admire them, no immediate tossing and playing, whether a new toy or an item sneaked (or dare I say stolen), it goes under the dining room table. It always has, from his first days of puppy toys and stealing dirty socks from the laundry (what is with dog’s and dirty socks anyway).
But it wasn’t long after the monkey disappeared that our dear doggie arrived back in the living room looking for more. He was not very happy to discover that our stockings were full while his was still empty. I told him he had to wait until morning. He pawed and sniffed at our stockings, eventually gave up and went back to playing with the monkey.
On Christmas morning, Steve took Jake outside to do his thing (Jake’s not Steve’s) while Santa Lisa filled the oft-sniffed stocking. Steve made one mistake — he told Jake to go check his stocking before he took off his boots. By the time Steve made it to the living room, Jake was already heading for the dining room, a stuffed frog which had been looking out of the top of his stocking now clamped in his teeth.
It wasn’t long, however, before our boy was back looking for more. With Steve’s help, he quickly emptied his stocking of treats and toys. He then discovered a long stuffed caterpillar in the bag where he’d found the monkey the night before. As we unwrapped the goodies in our stockings and gifts from under the tree, our RoadDog periodically popped his head up on the other side of the coffee table looking for more treats.
Then it was off to my parents house, treats and caterpillar along for the ride, for more spoiling. Yep, I’m pretty sure RoadDog thought this Christmas was worth the wait.