Last night MWK and I had pre-Christmas with friends. MWK’s fabulous spaghetti sauce! Wine! Marzipan! Wine! Lebkuchen! Wine!
Teddy is a wonderful dog but “mellow” and “lapdog” are not words that come to mind. He’s still young, energetic, and sassy. In fact in the afternoon he and Bucky were doing a little “Hi I am going to body check you!” stuff in the yard – the basic “It’s my house!” “Everything is mine!” stuff that they do, because they are alike in so many ways. But as people showed up, Teddy went into what I think of as “amazed wonderment” mode. Look at the people! Look at the packages with bows!” (“Teddy, don’t eat that bow.”)
And as we sat in the living room while the sauce kept cooking, and enjoyed some cheese and crackers and chocolate and stuff, an amazing thing happened: Teddy came and hopped onto the couch (he is allowed, sometimes) and nestled himself between me and our friend R., put his head on R’s lap, and… sat and watched.
I kept looking down, waiting for the occasional snout heading toward crackers and cheese (happened a few times, a quick “uh-uh” stopped it) but mostly he just sat curled up with his head in R’s lap and took it all in.
I kept thinking, “Is this my dog?”
Clearly R. has some hypnotic effect on him. I told him that if he ever wants a dog for the weekend, he can take care of Teddy when MWK and I are away.
It was lots of excitement for a pup and he’s been sound asleep for about eight hours now.
(It was lots of fun, dinner was fabulous, presents were exchanged, and we were all too busy to take pictures.)
Merry Christmas!
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