It was late in the morning on Christmas Day and Mosby was relaxing in front of the Christmas tree. He was king of the house. Three more dogs and four children would arrive later in the day. For now, Mosby got a dog pass.
Mosby had been fed. He had played catch outside on the snowy lawn. He had barked and sniffed and rubbed his way into human hearts and hands. Now it was time. Time for a good dog nap.
With sunshine on his shoulders, he stretched out in front of the Christmas tree. Eyes closed and confidantly trusting the humans around him, he snoozed. All was well in Mosby-land.
Copyright 2012
Wanda Hayes Eichler
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