Vader (top left), Brutus (top middle), Fat Harry (top right)
Nica (left) Shelby (right)
Every year at Christmas time, the Iggies usually put on an event of some sort which involves drunken debauchery and lots of high jinx. But this year Pippin Pringle wanted the Iggy club to do something a bit different from the usual party and decided to hold their own version of the Christmas Nativity – Iggy style.
Pippin hoped that the dogs would learn many valuable life lessons from doing the Christmas Nativity or even just one lesson would be good.
‘But what can we possibly learn Uncle Pippin?’ Mako, Rambow and Apollo asked him in unison.
‘I don’t know but I am sure there will be something’ Pippin replied. Good god, he hoped they would learn something too because every Christmas some kind of learning experience usually happens.
Pippin had been looking forward to this nativity for ages and had thoughts of well-behaved, well-trained Iggies with no rudeness or swearing or anything. Yes, yes, I know – a dog can dream can’t he?
It wasn’t going to be like your traditional Christmas Nativity story as Pippin had ‘tweaked’ it and adapted it to suit the Iggy club but that was OK as the Christmas spirit was there plus peace and goodwill to all dogs and their owners kind of thing and that is what matters.
The story had been cast, rehearsals had been done and it was now the night of the event which was to be held at a secret venue. Bouncers had been hired in the form of Teddy – a French mastiff and Sultan – a ridgeback/staffie.
One could be forgiven for thinking that Iggies do not need bouncers but Pippin didn’t want to take any chances with his big production and the two big dogs were put in place as doormen, wearing their outfits and looking every inch the protector (and splitter up of squabbles) of the tiny dogs inside the building.
Sultan (left) and Teddy (right) – keeping the peace
Like any production, it was a hub of excitement behind the scenes at the venue. Sounds of barking, yelping and a bit of swearing could be heard. Iggies with their stick thin legs skidded around the floors and jumped over furniture, Olive had already been told off for making Zara jump high stuff without her bobble head helmet to stop her hurting herself. Nica was vomiting from nerves, plus she thought it quite appropriate to puke before a show because the audience would think she was a brave girl for soldiering on.
Brutus, Vader and Fat Harry were being dressed up as the three wise men and had all been given tablecloths or sheets from their Mums’ houses with bathrobe belts to tie around their waists to keep them in place.
Chewy was playing the baby Jesus which he was thoroughly over excited about. He was already in his crib wearing his Christmas outfit, he looked quite comical as his mass of red fur puffed out in his special ‘Kings’ outfit his Mum Sarah had bought him from London.
He was quite happy about his part because Chewy like many dogs, was thrilled to be given the opportunity to lie in a crib and have to do very little. Brutus was hugely jealous of this and would have given his last bone to sleep in that crib – never mind the fact that he couldn’t fit in it and it took some placating from Pippin to tell him that as well as being an overall ‘Good Boy’, he was also a rather marvellous candidate for a wise man.
Nica and Shelby (and his testicles) were playing the Virgin Mary and Joseph. Nica thought she looked nice in her robes. As for Shelby, he just planned to rest up on his enormous testicles and gloat at everyone else that didn’t have a set of their own.
Starbuck who was playing the shining and guiding star, was suspended from the ceiling dressed in a shiny gold star costume. With a big grin on her face, she rocked back and forth from the rope with her tiny hind legs kicking out while secretly wondering if she could swing high and far enough to knock the huge Christmas tree down in the corner.
‘Starbuck, do you have to show QUITE so much enthusiasm, I don’t think stars are meant to swing like that!’ Pippin yelled from the ground.
‘Oh star of wonder, star so bright, Apollo set my knickers alight’ Starbuck sang happily as she built up momentum on her rope and carried on swinging.
‘Did she just say her knickers were on fire?’ Phoebe asked Carlo.
‘That was very rude if she did’ Carlo shook his head, ‘but it is funny’.
‘Right everyone – lights, camera, action!’ Rocco growled through his megaphone.
The audience waited with anticipation, dogs and owners alike sat proudly in their chairs, each convinced that their pet would be the best.
‘My Fat Harry is a wise man’ Cathy whispered to Lexie who was sitting next to her.
‘So is my Vader’ Lexie nodded proudly.
‘My Nica is the Virgin Mary’ Francesca grinned to Denise Pringle who was sitting behind her.
‘My Shelby is playing the part of Joseph’ Gabrielle replied.
‘Talking of wise men, where are they?’ Denise sighed.
‘Not sure, but they should be out…..’ Carolyn started to say.
Sounds of shuffling could be heard, the curtain at the side of the stage was moving and quite suddenly Fat Harry came skidding along on his bum across the stage as Rocco shoved him out with so much force that he nearly knocked Chewy out of his crib.
‘What did you do that for?’ Fat Harry shouted to Rocco who flipped him the bird and poked his tongue out.
Standing up and making attempts to re-compose himself, Fat Harry cleared his throat and said ‘I am one of the wise men and I am checking out to see where baby Jesus is, although I am useless at map reading so he could be anywhere’
‘Oh my god, that is not part of the Christmas nativity!’ Cathy said to Denise Pringle.
‘It most certainly isn’t’ Denise Smith whispered knowingly.
‘I think Pippin is letting them do their own thing this year’ Denise Pringle replied but secretly wondered which direction this production could take – it could all end in tears (probably Pippin’s).
Brutus and Vader were also wearing sheets and belts, had started shuffling along the stage. Taking his place next to Fat Harry, Vader adjusted his belt and looked in the audience for his Mum Lexie and spotting her; he started to wave enthusiastically and nearly whacked Shelby in the face at the same time.
Brutus took his place and made sure that he could see his Mum as well (that’s me by the way) and his brothers Rocky and Gordon.
(Photograph by Samantha Rose)
Gordon – always supportive of Brutus
(Photograph by Samantha Rose
‘How far do we have to go?’ Fat Harry asked Brutus.
Ignoring Fat Harry, Brutus glanced up at Starbuck who was dangling down kicking her little legs, momentarily forgetting that he was in the play with an audience, Brutus laughed and said ‘Oh look, it’s Starbuck swinging from the roof, hello Starbuck!’ he yelled and waved to her as the audience laughed.
Shaking his head in disbelief, Pippin covered up his eyes and wondered if these Hollywood directors had these kind of problems with their cast, probably not.
‘Hopeless’ Pippin mouthed to Rocco who was now smoking a cigarette and trying to read ‘Dogs Monthly’ magazine.
Fat Harry poked Brutus in the ribs and said ‘How far till we get to the Inn to give Mary and Joseph their presents?’
Clutching a GPS, Brutus said ‘I am not sure, it says address not found but the nearest address is Furbaby Cafe, will that do?’
‘Let me look I am sure you haven’t put in the right postcode, have you tried Bethlehem?’ Vader demanded.
Looking confused and tapping the GPS with his paws, Brutus shrugged his shoulders ‘How do you spell Bethlehem?’.
‘Just put in Furbaby Cafe and we will see what happens’ Vader agreed as Brutus tried to work out how to spell ‘Furbaby’.
The dogs were re-writing the script and there was nothing Pippin could do about it except maybe cry quietly into his blanket.
Pippin and Brutus
(Photograph by Samantha Rose)
Rocco being the director, had tried to be so good and take his job seriously temptation got the better of him and after his cigarette he ended up fighting with himself in the corner and calling himself a bastard.
‘We shall continue to walk until we find Mary and Joseph and baby Jesus’ Fat Harry commanded as Brutus and Vader dragged their feet to follow him with Brutus occasionally demanding to know ‘if they were there yet as he was tired and could he go for a poo?’
‘Brutus will you stop dragging your bottom!’ Fat Harry growled to Brutus. The audience laughed as Brutus was indeed dragging his bum across the floor.
‘My anal glands are bothering me’ Brutus said fretfully and did it so much that he could have changed his name to ‘Scooter’.
Anyway, as the three (not so) wise men (dogs) arrived at the inn, they were met by Nica and Shelby who were playing Mary and Joseph. Chewy lay swaddled up in a puppy blanket in the crib as the baby Jesus, full of his own hair and importance, he looked boot-faced at Vader, Brutus and Fat Harry.
‘So what have you brought me, it had better be good and none of that cheap shit from down the road’ Chewy said.
‘Don’t be so ungrateful’ Fat Harry snapped at him, secretly jealous that Chewy wasn’t in the Famine Club and not on a diet.
Nica was filing her nails and looking quite tired of it all while Shelby was playing games on his mobile that he had sneaked in under his robe (his mums curtains).
Fat Harry marched forward clutching a bone and said to Mary and Joseph ‘I bring you a bone from my home’.
Nica stopped filing her nails and looked puzzled ‘Shelby isn’t it meant to be gold, frankincense and myrrh?
Shaking his pointy snout, Shelby replied ‘Not sure, I thought it was a squeaky toy myself or perhaps a beef chuck bone from South Street Pet Shop. Never heard of myrrh, what is that?’
Rolling her eyes to the heavens, Nica ignored him and made a mental note to teach these dogs about the real Christmas nativity.
‘Quick, you are next!’ hissed Rocco to Vader. Nodding sharply towards the stage, he gave Vader the thumbs up.
Vader shuffled on the stage clutching his squeaky Star Wars toy. ‘I bring you my finest Star Wars toy – but don’t chew it as my Mum bought it for me’.
‘Thanks’ Chewy muttered and as he tried to take the toy, Vader gripped it harder.
‘You are meant to give it to me don’t you know’ Chewy sighed impatiently.
‘Yes, but it’s mine!’ Vader protested and a small tug-of-war ensued over the toy and it nearly ended up in a fight until Nica coughed loudly and distracted them leaving Vader looking upset with his tongue hanging out like a Christmas ham.
Placing his head in his paws, Pippin Pringle shook his head. These dogs were making it up as they went along, could this get any worse? Oh my god yes it could because now it was Brutus’s turn as the third wise man.
Pippin not being a very religious dog, did in fact say a tiny prayer to save him from future embarrassment caused by Brutus at Christmas time, well at any time – actually, all the time.
Now I haven’t put this in my stories before but Brutus is not very good at reading, he has difficulties and is normally helped out by Bronte who writes stories out of pictures as Brutus can tell a thousand words from a picture. Brutus has spent many a time in the wrong place because he can’t map read that well and the group do make allowances for him.
And on this occasion, Bronte had done some drawings on a small piece of paper that nobody knew about except for her and Brutus and as for what they contained, you shall have to wait and see.
Anyway, back to the story.
‘Your turn Brutus, you are on!’ Rocco whispered, well not really whispered – kind of shouted more or less.
Brutus glanced up and could see the faces of the audience, were they laughing at him? Suddenly he felt unable to speak and now the time had come for his own lines, he had completely frozen in fear and had lost his nerve.
I sat in the audience feeling quite sick for my big brown gentle giant, secretly praying that he would regain his nerve and be able to remember his lines. Denise Pringle, Denise Smith, Rachel, Harriet, Carolyn, Gabrielle, Jeni, Hepsi, Kim and Ian, Fran, Brendon, Sophie, Robyn to name but a few, were all on the edge of their chairs wondering just what Brutus would do or say next.
‘Oh god, he can’t remember his lines’ thought Nica who was doing a very good impression of innocence with her Mum’s designer silk blue scarf around her head as she stood over the baby Jesus’s crib which contained Chewy who was now chewing his anus through his new King suit from London.
‘What’s happening?’ demanded Chewy as he looked up.
‘Shhhh, we are waiting on Brutus, he has stage fright’ Nica whispered.
‘What is going on?’ mouthed Pippin to Rocco who shrugged his shoulders.
‘I don’t know, he has forgotten his lines I think. I hope he doesn’t have diarrhoea like he normally does’. Rocco growled.
A painful silence hit the audience, some of the dogs from West Coast Dog Sports were there and had already laughed at Brutus when he ran in the wrong direction at lure coursing that time. They would have a blast with this episode.
Dee’s ridgebacks sat in their chairs and held their breath, Eugene the angry Afghan was so nervous that he was smoking cigars while Millie the border collie covered her eyes with her paws and took occasional glances to see what was happening.
Suddenly Brutus looked as though he was going to burst into tears. With his bottom lip quivering, he scanned the audience for his Mum (me).
Brutus moved towards baby Jesus’s crib while clutching his precious Tony Abbott doll in one paw and a piece of scrap paper that Bronte had given him earlier and on that piece of paper were a few very simple brightly coloured drawings and nothing else.
Fat Harry and Vader stared at Brutus who was busy trying to unfold his crumpled bit of paper so that he could see it.
Clearing his throat he looked at the first drawing and saw a cartoon of some budgie smugglers, the second drawing was of Lexie’s beautiful baby boy Xavier wearing a romper suit with the letter ‘J’ on it and the third drawing was of a Christmas tree with presents on it and a large paw behind it.
‘Bloody hell, how is that going to make sense?’ Fat Harry thought to himself as he sweated like a joint of gammon underneath his robe.
However, it didn’t need to make any sense to Harry or anyone else, it only needed to make sense to Brutus – and the pictures that Bronte had drawn for him literally painted a thousand words if only Brutus had the sense to open it and look at it but instead, he scrunched it into a ball without even realising what he was doing.
‘I have come to give my ……..’ Brutus stuttered and then promptly farted because he was so scared.
‘Jesus Christ!’ Fat Harry muttered and then wrapped his robe around his snout while poor Nica pretended that she couldn’t smell it and just held her breath.
‘Did someone say Jesus?’ Chewy piped up and stuck his little brown head out of the crib and peaked around him.
‘We were talking about an earlier model’ Fletch growled.
All eyes were still on Brutus who was frozen with fear and could only focus on the eyes of every dog and human in the audience while imagining the bristling disapproval of Rocco from the side of the stage.
‘Brutus, look at me, look at me’ Bronte whispered secretly willing the huge brown dog to ignore everyone but her. ‘You can do it Brutus’ Bronte said calmly as he caught her gaze and frantically looked for an escape.
Bronte is Brutus’s biggest supporter
(Photograph by Samantha Rose)
‘I want my Mum’ Brutus said to nobody in particular.
‘Oh dear, he wants his Mum, I can be his Mum’ Lily from QLD whispered to some of the other QLD group – Shine, Amex, Diamond, Keno and Toppa.
‘I guess you can’ Stella butted in, ‘But you will have to fight me first – because I would also like to be his Mum, let’s just say that he brings out my maternal side’.
The dogs all stared back at Brutus who had dribbled a bit of urine down his legs because he was so scared. His long legs were shaking so much that it was a wonder that they were able to support him.
With his sheet wrapped around him, wearing a huge pair of Croc shoes (Dash had insisted that they wore them in biblical times and Brutus believed him), Brutus stared at Bronte in the hope that she would know what to do.
Bronte smiled and stared at the piece of paper in Brutus’s hand and gestured for him to open it out to look at the pictures.
With his paws shaking, Brutus straightened out the piece of paper and looked at the drawings on it. Suddenly he remembered what he had to say and after an embarrassingly painful silence, he said in his deep voice ‘I present my favourite Tony Abbott doll to the baby Jesus’ and then added ‘But please don’t chew it as I would like that back, and….. and my Mum said that I am a good boy’ Brutus finished.
Everyone in the audience laughed, ‘Priceless’ Eugene snorted as he wiped his eyes.
‘That’s my boy!’ Bronte said to herself and grinned at him.
Rocco was furious as the dogs were changing the scripts to suit themselves and was that angry that he told himself to ‘Piss off’ in the mirror and head butted his own head which in turn made him cry for his Mum Gwynneth who was in the front row.
‘Here come the comes the donkey!’ Yelled Vader, totally forgetting that wasn’t meant to be his line, but give him credit he said it so enthusiastically that everyone in the audience cheered and clapped for the donkey which was being played by Bear the greyhound.
‘Hi everyone, the name is Bear, pleased to meet you’ Bear growled in his funny voice while his best mate Zumba – also a greyhound did a thumbs up as a gesture of support.
‘Excuse me, can we finish the show please, this is totally about me so can we get on with it’ Chewy piped up from his crib.
‘Don’t mind me, I shall just take this back’ Brutus growled as he snatched his Tony Abbott doll back.
‘Actually, as you are not in the Famine Club, I shall have this bone back’ Fat Harry barked.
‘I shall have my Star Wars toy back as well’ Vader added leaving Chewy with no ‘gifts’ and a face like a bulldog chewing a wasp.
‘Excuse me, can I have those back please, I do believe they are mine?’ Chewy shouted but by now the dogs had taken their place to do the end of the show.
Fearing that there would be a huge row over the ‘gifts’, Pippin decided to do the final part to the show.
Speaking quickly Pippin addressed the audience and forgetting his well rehearsed speech, he had to totally wing it and wing it he did.
‘And so it happened, Mary, Joseph had their baby in the barn, the wise men came and delivered gifts to the baby Jesus and then took them back.
‘Everyone learned the art of being helpful and kind and no-one ever got gastro again and everyone ate satin balls forever and the Famine Club was banned – The End’. Pippin finished.
The audience stood up and cheered, barked, clapped and yelped so loudly that the door dogs Teddy and Sultan thought there had been a fight and had barged in ready for action.
Shelby, Nica, Brutus, Vader, Fat Harry, Bear, Zumba and Chewy all took a bow as everyone clapped and stomped their feet and they wouldn’t rest until Pippin came to the front where he was lifted on to Brutus and Vaders shoulders so that everyone could see him.
‘Where is Starbuck?’ Nica asked Shelby.
‘Oh she was hanging around up in the air last time I saw her’ Shelby shrugged his shoulders, ‘She has probably gone with Apollo somewhere I expect’.
And so the clapping continued, they clapped for the ‘actors’, they clapped because they were all friends, they clapped for Brutus for being brave but most of all they clapped for their boy Pippin Pringle.
(Photograph by Samantha Rose)
‘So beautiful, I am so proud of my boy’ Denise Pringle wiped a tear from her eye.
‘That is my brother!’ Bronte squealed happily.
‘And he is our friend as well’ a very proud Dash declared and every single pointy snout in the area nodded vigorously in agreement.
As the dogs lined up to sing the closing song for the Nativity, Madam Gigi took her place at the piano. ‘Is everyone ready for the final song?’ Gigi said in a dramatic voice that she saves for special occasions including stealing lettuce of her Mums plate.
They were ready, they were more than ready.
‘Hark the herald angels sing
Glory to the new-born king’
‘Give us food and give us toys
Our Mums say we’re full of joy’
‘We didn’t mean to dig the garden
Belch in your face and not say pardon’
‘Hark the herald angels groan
We deserve some juicy bones’
‘We’re all good dogs for our Mums
Who wipe our faces and dirty bums’
The two door-dogs – Teddy and Sultan stood inside to watch the closing of the show. They were silenced by the high-pitched voices of the Iggies/little dogs and the deep Forrest Gump voices of Brutus and Vader.
‘Teddy are you crying?’ Sultan the door-dog laughed at his brother Teddy and then handed him a handkerchief.
‘My eyes are leaking, that is all’ Teddy sniffed and then blew his nose noisily into Sultan’s handkerchief before handing it back to him.
‘You are such a girl’ Sultan snorted but then in a rare public display of affection, washed his brothers jowls and then nearly vomited as they were so slimy.
Rainbow Bridge – They Walk Among Us
Bowie the big white greyhound and gate-keeper of Rainbow Bridge sat looking down at the Christmas nativity. He was surrounded by several other dogs as they all celebrated the success of their show and declaring Brutus a ‘good boy’ for pulling it together in the end.
Bowie – the Keeper to Rainbow Bridge
(Photograph provided by Fran Forbes)
Netti the white terrier stared up at Bowie the greyhound, ‘Just once – please, just once, I miss her so much’ Netti pleaded Bowie.
Max and Lampard the boxers, Rema the whippet, Zeus the French Mastiff, Bruno and Juniper the cats to name but a few also stared at Bowie as their eyes spoke volumes.
Max the boxer
(Photograph by Lexie Goldsmith)
‘Five minutes, just five minutes and make it count’ Bowie whispered and then added ‘Let’s go’.
And so down they went to mix once again with the people who loved them so very much – their owners who may or may not have felt their presence.
‘You know, I could have sworn I just saw Netti’ Denise said to me, ‘our first Christmas without her, I guess my eyes are playing tricks with me’ she added sadly.
‘We walk among you Mum, you just have to believe it’ Netti whispered to Denise. Sitting by her Mum’s side, she gazed up at her and relished in every single second of every single moment.
Netti – they walk among us
(Photograph by Samantha Rose)
(sounds of shouting)
‘Samantha, I have mucous and snot all down my legs and it looks like French mastiff snot but Teddy is chatting to Brutus so it can’t be’ Sophie sighed impatiently and then frantically tried to clean the snot off her legs which was clear for all to see but what she couldn’t see was her old dog Zeus wagging his tail as he stood beside her.
(Photograph by Sophie Henshaw)
‘Come on everyone, time to go’ Bowie said firmly and as quickly as they appeared, the animals started to fade away to go back to Rainbow Bridge.
Back at Rainbow Bridge
Everyone was back and in their rightful place, everything was as it should be. Bowie was holding court to the dogs and doing a roll call.
‘Was it worth it?’ Bowie asked them all.
Tails wagged, barks and cries filled the air as the visit was declared a resounding success.
Back at the Christmas Nativity
The dogs were all set to go home, Pippin was doing a head count as they all got on to Jeni Sach’s mini bus.
Brutus and Vader were already on the bus seeing who could lick the windows for longest while Bambi, Teddy and Sultan had pressed their bums on the window to see who had the biggest anus (Teddy) but Bambi ruined it by saying that Teddy could store park benches and small children up there.
‘Has anyone seen Starbuck?’ Pippin stormed back inside and yelled out to everyone that Starbuck was missing.
Rocco blushed and buried his head in his dogs magazine and lit another cigarette to distract from his guilty face.
‘Help, I am up here!’ a tiny high-pitched voice could be heard.
‘Where on earth is that coming from, it is Starbuck’s voice?’ Madam Gigi said looking worried. Then she, Bronte, Zara, Olive, Lily, Diamond, Shine, Ayla and Stella started looking for her.
‘Excuse me, I am up here, this is NOT funny, get me down right now!’ – sounds of shouting, growling and barking could be heard.
‘What on earth is going on, Starbuck what are you still doing up there?’ Pippin barked.
‘I am stuck, Rocco hoisted me up high and tied me to the water pipe’ Starbuck growled angrily. Still dressed as the guiding star, she had indeed been hoisted up and tied to a large water pipe that ran across the ceiling and had been there all that time.
‘Rocco! I thought it was meant to be peace, goodwill and good behavior to all dogs?’ Pippin shouted at the top of his voice.
I would like to tell you what Rocco said next but it was unrepeatable.
Back at Team Pringle’s House
The Iggies arrived back at Team Pringle’s house totally exhausted. Those that took part in the play were still in costume including Starbuck who was in her little star outfit.
Brutus, Vader and Fat Harry were wearing their robes, Brutus and Vader’s had poo stains on the back and Fat Harry looked 5 months pregnant as he had stuffed an entire bag of Denise’s satin balls under his robe for later.
Pippin stood up to give his traditional Christmas speech which was usually about how the year went, good stuff, bad stuff etc.
‘So what have you all learned this Christmas?’ Pippin asked them all.
‘That Starbuck makes a good star’ Rocco snorted.
‘That Rocco is naughty’ Starbuck growled back.
‘That I am not as generous with my toys as I thought’ Vader mumbled as he remembered not wanting to give Chewy his Star Wars toy.
‘That I get scared and don’t know what to say sometimes and I just want my Mum’ Brutus blushed as he addressed everyone.
‘That’s OK Brutus, you came good in the end’ Bronte reassured him.
The other dogs had suddenly gone quiet. They realised that it was a huge thing for Brutus to get on stage today and even though he can’t read properly, he made up the words from the notes that Bronte had given him. Not just ordinary notes either, these were pictures and drawings to help Brutus use his imagination to remember.
They also realised just how far Bronte had gone to help her special friend, none of them had any idea that she had done this for him.
One by one each of the dogs dug deep and recalled how each of their friends had done something no matter how small, to help the others and once they started with the stories, they carried on chatting while Pippin just sat and listened with an immense feeling of pride for his little group.
A Proud Pippin Pringle
(Photograph by Samantha Rose)
‘I would actually like to thank Rocco’ Starbucks said quite suddenly as the room fell silent and the dogs stopped talking.
‘Me? Why do you want to thank me for?’ Rocco replied looking shocked.
‘You may have pulled me up and tied me to the ceiling but for the first time in my life, not only was I a star but I was taller than all of you’ Starbuck replied simply.
Everyone stared at Rocco as he hung his head down, ‘Sorry Starbuck, I didn’t mean to do that to you’.
Starbuck stared at him and wagged her tail, ‘That’s OK, I’ll bite your bum later!’
‘If you can reach it that is!’ Rocco laughed.
‘Are you saying I am short?’ Starbuck protested.
Rocco stared at the tiny little dog with the big personality, ‘Short? you are many things Starbuck, but short is not one of them’
Starbuck – big dog in little body
(Photograph by Samantha Rose)
‘What have you learned today Pippin?’ Bronte asked her brother.
Taking a deep breath Pippin replied ‘I have learned that you can’t plan everything but you if you work hard you will get there in the end – with a bit of swearing of course’. Pippin winked at Rocco as he said the last bit.
‘Right you lot, does anyone have anything left to say or can we get on with our bones and toys?’ Pippin smiled at everyone.
‘Yes, I have’ Brutus said in his deep voice.
‘Go on Brutus’ Pippin encouraged him.
‘Thank you for being my friends and letting me think that I am little when I am in fact big, it means a lot to me, so what I want to say is Merry Christmas everyone’. Brutus blushed.
Brutus – little dog in big body
(Photograph by Samantha Rose)
The others stared at him as he tried to hide his embarrassment by pretending to wash his bum.
‘No problem my friend, no problem’ Pippin smiled, ‘Merry Christmas everyone! Now, these bones are not going to eat themselves so let’s tuck in’.
Samantha Rose (C) Copyright December 2015
Thanks and Acknowledgements
Merry Christmas from Brutus
(Photograph by Samantha Rose)
I would like to thank everyone that has supported Brutus’s page and my blog over the past 12 months and for the nice comments that I have received.
I hope you all have a lovely Christmas wherever you are in the world and there will be plenty more tales of Pippin, Brutus and the gang in 2016.
Samantha and Brutus