Jake is tired … he’s happy, but he’s tired.
That big guy in the red suit finally showed up with gifts and then there was Christmas visiting and then there was Christmas dinner and then Kim arrived and there were more Christmas festivities and … somewhere along the line RoadDog got, well, dog-tired. But he sleeps with an odd little smile on his face most of the time. I’m not sure if he’s a happy tired or a tired happy and I’m not sure if there’s much of a difference between the two.
The final chapter of Christmas capers began on Christmas Eve when Steve and I stuffed our stockings. That left Jake unhappy and he didn’t mind letting us know. We couldn’t put things in his stocking because he wouldn’t have left them there until morning, so first he sat on the stairs poking at our stockings with his nose through the railings, then just staring at us as if to say “hello, people, you’ve forgotten something important.”
We had to wake him up on Christmas morning, but it didn’t take him more than 10 seconds downstairs to realize that his favourite gift bag was under the tree and his stocking was bulging with toys and treats. Within 10 minutes, he’d pretty much been through it all. We were still trying to drink coffee and finish waking up when he had already shaken a new round stuffed squeaky toy dubbed “fat cow” and a blue stuffed toy with long arms and legs named “snow monster.” He’d helped us unwrap his new bed and, oh yes, he’d decided Santa was just not kind when he brought plain, boring treats instead of the chewy ones that smell, well, not so good.
Before long, we were all, fat cow and snow monster included, headed to my parents house for much of the remainder of the day. Jake eventually crashed there behind the couch and I later had to carry him to the car.
Then on Boxing Day, RoadDog’s favourite person in the world, my stepdaughter Kim, arrived for a few days and Jake went nuts all over again.
He’s exhausted, but he sleeps with a smile on his hairy face. Jake had a good Christmas.