Sunday, 27 December 2009

'Twas the Dog's Night Before Christmas

'Twas the Dog's night before Christmas,
When all through the doghouse

Not a doggie was stirring,
Not even a mouse;

The dog's stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The puppies were curled all snug in their dogbeds,
While visions of cookies & bones danced in their heads;

And Ma Dog and I were curled together,
All warm and cuddly, out of the cold weather.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my dogbed to see what was the matter.

To the window I jumped, as I am an agility dog,
Tore open the curtains and looked into the fog.

When what to my wondering eyes should I see,
A sleigh and four reindogs all cute as can be.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

Then faster than flyball dogs they came,
And he whistled, shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, Rudolph! Now, Casper! Now, Buddy! Now Nikki!
Run on, run on! We must go quickly."

"To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Hurry on, hurry on, reindogs all."

And then, in a twinkling, upon the roof I saw,
The prancing and dogprints of each little dog paw.

And St. Nick filled the dog's stockings with toys,
And treats and stuffies for all the dog girls and dog boys.

And he left us with extra things too,
Bones, collars and leashes for the dogs in rescue.

Then he sprang up to the sleigh, and gave the reindogs a hoot,
And away they all flew to deliver the rest of the loot.

That's when I heard him exclaim, as he flew out of sight,
Happy Christmas to all dogs and to all dogs a goodnight!

Woofs, from Casper, Buddy and Nikki ;)