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Tag! I'm It!!

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I’ve been tagged by my good pal Medea and Lana! If you have been tagged by me this is what you have to do. We have to answer 4 questions in our diary and tag 4 friends.

Here goes...

Name 4 jobs that you have:
1. Keeping my Mom Company (I follow her everywhere all the time)
2. Being the Diva of our family
3. Decorator (Re-decorating the floors and furniture with my beautiful undercoat fluff bunnies)
4. Mess maker (I strew water on the floor from the kitchen all the way to the den every chance I get.

Name 4 places where you have lived (or stayed at):
1. Loveland Colorado (where I was born)
2. Ault Colorado
3. Cornersville Tennessee
4. Indiana (we visited Daddy for a week there)

Name 4 places that you have been:
1. Henry Horton State Park
2. Tail Waggers
3. Clarksville Tennessee
4. Spring Hill Tennessee

Name 4 places you'd rather be:
1. Walking in the woods
2. Anywhere outside fetching a toy
3. With my Daddy wherever he is
4. Herding anything that dares to run

Friends I'm tagging:

By Medea


I saw Maddie kissing Santa Paws
Underneath the mistletoe last night.
She didn't see me creep
Down the stairs to have a peep;
She thought that I was tucked up in my bedroom fast asleep.
Then, I saw Maddie kissing Santa Paws
Underneath his beard so snowy white;
Oh, what a laugh it would have been
If King had only seen
Maddie kissing Santa Paws last night.

A German Shepherd Christmas

By Dutchie Paws

'Twas the night before Christmas, as the clock chimed the hour,
Vincent chased Rosie ‘round a Poinsettia flower;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Medea would sing for us there;
The Dogsters were nestled all snug in their beds,
With visions of cheese-whiz filled Kongs in their heads;
And Madalyn in her 'kerchief, and King in his cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
They all sprang to the door to bark, “What is the matter.”
Away to the window Kisses flew like a flash,
Nosed open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Showed the half-buried tennis balls buried below,
When, what to our glistening brown eyes should appear,
But a gigantic sleigh, and eight furry “reindeer,”
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
We knew right away that it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than beagles the harnessed dogs go,
And the hair that they shed, fell soft, like the snow;
"Now, Ekko! Now, Cookie! Now, Bullet and Cruiser!
On, Gretchen! On Charles! On Rex! Forward Bridger!
On past the hydrant! To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As guard hairs that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the GSDs flew,
With the sleigh full of bones, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, they heard up above
The clicking of nails and a snort and a shove.
As they drew in their heads, and were turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was covered in hair, from his head to his foot,
And working a lint brush, and ignoring the soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler with a big dog food sack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
Cause he’d stepped in a yellow spot there in the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
While Natasha lay quietly chewing the wreath;
He bent to rub Bellaluna’s little round belly,
And joined Ranger and Arko for some toast with some jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And Bandit growled softly, in spite of himself;
With a wink of his eye and a pat on the head,
He let them all know they had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Heidi helped fill the stockings; then he turned with a jerk,
And laying his hand gently on Sushi’s head,
He said, “Please tuck your little skin-brother in bed;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team, a short beep,
Onyx ruffed softly, it was now time to sleep.
But the big man exclaimed, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas all pups, merry dreams, and good- night."