Today I want to tell you about The Original Dog's First Christmas. Mom loves to tell me stories about him. Just in case you're new to our show, The Original Dog was a smooth collie named Faulkner.
Faulkner's first Christmas with Mom was in 1998. He'd never celebrated Christmas before, but he knew exactly what to do. He helped take the wrapping paper off the gifts. He got a squeaky ball. He loved that squeaky ball. Mom tossed it up in the air for Faulkner to catch, over and over and over. He loved his squeaky ball.
Mom says Faulkner also got a basket of chew toys, and some peanut butter drops that were his favorite treat.
I'm here because Faulkner was so smart and so beautiful that he made doggies irresistible to Mom.
I know I will get presents for Christmas, but now I'm the only dog. I would give back my presents if I could have Harper with us again.
Harper was my very bestest friend. I miss him lots.
I'll do everything I can to help Mom have a happy Christmas. I'll even kiss her toes.
Okay I love you bye bye.
Franklin the Bordernese
It will be a very good Christmas. Give Mom lots of kisses. :)
ReplyDeleteI love to kiss Mom, Mrs. Rita.
DeleteGood morning, Franklin! It's nice to see you hosting another post here on DOGS: WE SHALL OVERCOME. Thank you for telling us more about Faulkner, The Original Dog, and his First Christmas. It brought back memories of Christmas 1999, the first year I had my Toto. Toto poked her nose into everybody's presents as they unwrapped them. She assumed everything was for her. She was so excited she peed on the carpet. We didn't scold her, though. After all, it was Christmas.
ReplyDeleteI also thank you for sharing your feelings about Harper. I'm sad, too. Yesterday when I took the trash out to the curb I saw my neighbor's dog, a collie named Dutchess. When that family moved into the neighborhood several years ago Dutchess was young and active. Yesterday I watched as she struggled to get up on her feet and walk over to me to let me pet her. She limped, a telltale sign that she has developed arthritis. It made me feel bad to know that she is growing old and won't be around much longer, but then I remembered that we will all meet again in Heaven, all the dogs and their loving, caring owners. That'll be swell.
Have a safe and happy weekend, good buddy Franklin!
When Mom gets excited she pees on the carpet, so I know how it was with Toto. It's sad about Duchess. I'm glad you pet her.
DeleteAwww puppies!! Faulkner and Harper with both beautiful dogs. I have faith that Franklin will help you have a good xmas!
ReplyDeleteI'm here to take care of Mom.
DeleteYup. Once you get a dog, it's hard to be without one.
ReplyDeleteThat's the way it should be because doggies are the best.
DeleteMissing you, too, Frankie. Signed Harper.
ReplyDeleteHarper! It's so nice that Mrs. Peaches sent me a note from you. Thank you, Mrs. Peaches.
DeleteI just love Franklin. And he looks kind of sad missing his buddy. Beautiful dog.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Mrs. Linda Kay. Lots of people think I'm bootiful.
DeleteDogs are angels on earth. I'm pretty sure of it.
ReplyDeleteYup, we're angels, but Mom told me a story about a cat who was The Hurricane's guardian angel.
DeleteSorry you can't get your old friends back but I hope you get EVERYTHING else you want!!
ReplyDeleteMrs. Ducky, I have a warm, safe house. I have good kibble to eat. I get a Milk Bone at bedtime. I know I'll get Kissmas presents. I hope you have a Happy ha . . . han . . . Handika. Mom says I spelled that wrong, but I don't even care.
DeleteHi Franklin, thanks for sharing about Faulkner and Harper.
ReplyDeleteHi, Mrs. Susie! Hi Hi Hi! Mom told me about Dickens. He must be a good dog.
DeleteHi Franklin! I'm sorry I've been so absent. I could give you a bunch of excuses, but the truth is I haven't been visiting anyone lately. I've just kinda turned off the interwebs for about a month. I'm so sorry you're having a Christmas without Harper. Take good care of your mom.
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Mrs. Andi, we've missed you so much. I helped Mom paint the dining room chairs. We'll try to have pictures of them on Monday. Mom especially wants you to see them because she likes the way they turned out.
DeleteFaulkner was a beauty. Much like you and your late bestest friend, Harper.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry that you are sad. Take care of each other.
I'm not sad all the time. I like walks with Mom and rides in the car with Mom. Willy Dunne Wooters will visit me this weekend.
DeleteFranklin, I wish you could come and lick MY toes this Christmas. Take care of Momma.
ReplyDeleteAre your toes real stinky, Mr. Chatterbox? Stinky toes are my favorite kind.
DeleteI am sure you will make your mum happy at Christmas as you are such a good doggie
ReplyDeleteThank you, Mrs. Jo-Anne. You make me happy because you know I'm good.
DeleteHi Franklin! So funny that you kiss your Mom's toes. That's one of the most ticklish places we humans have on our bodies. It can make us laugh. Too much tickling it might hurt and we might cry. Still it's a fun thing that friends do, and it's a magical way of showing love.
ReplyDeleteMy little friend - we cannot make someone happy. We stand by, we listen, we go for walks, we share smiles, we kiss toes... and one day that friend feels so much better. Our friend taps into a place of accepting Life on life's terms.
Everyone we've ever known or will know, remains a part of our life as long as we remember them. Memories may make us sad in the evening but joy comes in the morning. We fold our hands, say a little prayer for the one who is missing - and ask the creator to give us peace. Then we climb into bed, knowing that things will be better. In fact things are better when we realize the loving ones who are still with us help us find our way back to living in peace.
Mom will get there. She'll reach that peace that passes all understanding. You keep taking walks - kissing toes - and snuggle up for those afternoon naps. Your love will keep both of you warm.(smile).
Mrs. Dixie, you are so smart. I'm really glad you came to visit. I'll tell Mom what you said.
DeleteWishing you and Junebug a Happy Christmas, Franklin! I'm sure you help each other through the holiday when you are both missing Faulkner!
ReplyDeleteWe hope you have a Happy Christmas.
DeleteCaillou says, I miss Harper too. Lick, lick, lick.
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I send you a butt sniff, Caillou.
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