Family dropping in for visits and meals is an integral part of the holidays, of course. Sherman and Leroy are always elated to welcome guests into the dollhouse, but for some reason, they truly lose their minds when my mom and dad stop by. By “lose their minds,” I mean Leroy starts drooling and purring himself in circles the moment he hears my mom’s voice, and poor Sherman immediately becomes a wiggling, quivering puddle of spotted doggy joy. It’s hilarious and I wish I could show you a video of the way it all goes down.
When my folks arrived Christmas Eve, the mammals responded with all the wagging, purring, and happy dancing I expected: they tend to be predictable in that regard. After the twenty minutes or so it took everyone to calm down, I expected things to stay relaxed for the remainder of our visit.
Imagine my surprise on Christmas morning when my momma came upstairs into the kitchen from the basement spare bedroom, and Sherman nearly burst his seams again with happiness. At that time of the day, my poor little mother was definitely not prepared for the one dog parade that announced her arrival. Sherman’s nails also need trimming, so he was a tap dancing greeting party on top of everything else. The whole enchilada played over again when my dad emerged from the basement, and whether Sherm truly forgot his grandparents were downstairs or was just that overwhelmed with glee to see them again (after a long nine hour separation) is unclear.
On top of all the wagging and wriggling and attempting to be a lap dog, Sherman will not stop licking my parents. Whatever skin is available, hands, faces, elbows, heels, ankles, Sherman slurps. He’s all tongue and tail most days, but even after the initial excitement of seeing my folks wore off a bit, every time they came upstairs during their three day visit Sherman felt the need to lick them wherever he could. Poor dad had to clean his glasses on a dog-inspired schedule while he was here. Kissing people is one of Sherm’s favourite things, but it seems my parents use bacon-flavoured soap, because he simply cannot get enough of them.
Interestingly, my dog rarely licks me while we have company. I suppose he forgets that the people who are “old news” are also the ones who buy his kibble and pay for his daycare. Loyalty indeed.
We’re bracing ourselves for Hurricane Sherman tomorrow afternoon, when my side of the family comes by for roast beef. I’m glad the dog–and the cat, but he’s much smaller so doesn’t cause quite the ruckus–is so darn pleased to see family, but one of these days he’s going to knock a hole in my floor or in my wall with his frantic tail. I can’t think of a better treat to celebrate the start of a bright, shiny new year than to have some of Sherman’s favourite people drop by for a snuggle.
Wherever you are, and whatever you’re doing, best wishes for a 2013 filled with all your favourite things. We dollhouse dwellers are looking forward to wonderful stuff in the coming year.
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