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Merry Christmas to all and to all a good bark!

December 19, 2009|Dr. Jeff Castle

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through our house, Marlo and Jazz were not quiet as a mouse.

Their routine interrupted by guests who do care, but in hopes that the dogs would not cover them with hair.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of barking dogs danced in their heads.

And my wife in her pajamas and I in my sweats, had just started wrapping, gifts for the pets.

When back in the boys' bedroom there arose such a clatter, I sprang to my feet to see what was the matter.

Away to the bedroom I marched with worry, threw open the door and discovered the flurry.

The moon on the breast of the new fallen bed gave me a terrible, sick feeling of dread.

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature dog and another not so clear.

With a high-pitched bark so lively and quick, I knew in a moment Marlo was not Saint Nick.

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More rapid than cats Marlo and Jazz came, and I whistled and shouted and called them by name.

"Now Marlo, Now Jazz, Get out of this room, on Marlo, on Jazz and they fled with a zoom.

To the hallway you go ,and don't touch the wall, now, dash away! Dash away! Dash away, all!"

As four-legged bodies that have fur to fly, when they meet with an obstacle, I let out a sigh.

So out to the living room the coursers they flew, with their heads hung low and tails tucked too.

And then in a twinkling, I heard in the room, the laughing and snickering of you know who.

As I drew in my head and was turning around, down the hall, three young boys abound.

They were dressed all in pajamas and fur from their heads to their feet, and overall appearance was far from anything neat.

A bundle of toys they had flung out of the way, it looked like they had just dumped Santa's sleigh.

Their eyes how they squinted! Their dimples how merry!

Their cheeks covered with dog slobber, and their noses like a cherry!

Their droll little mouths were drawn up like a bow, and the fur stuck to their faces like a beard needing to grow.

The stump of candy canes they held tight in their teeth, left sticky red circles around their mouths like a Christmas wreath.

Each had a glowing bright face, and a little round belly, that was stuffed full of peanut butter and jelly.

Marlo and Jazz were sneaking around the house like two little elves. And I laughed when I saw them in spite of myself.

A wag of their tails and a twist of each head, soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

The boys spoke to inform me of their work, and the dogs' ears began to perk.

The boys had let Marlo and Jazz into the bed, with hopes that Santa would bring the dogs presents instead.

Back to bed you all must go and get, for Santa always includes your pet.

But, as they began to slumber asleep in the dark, the youngest boy whispered, "Merry Christmas to all pets, and to all a good bark! Or meow if you have a cat!"

So on the night before Christmas, remember your pet. And to keep them all healthy, please see your vet!

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