by R. F. Kristi
Cara read Fromage’s recipe and wrinkled up her nose.
“You must be dreaming if you think I am going to eat your blue cheese cake,” she said.
To make peace, I said that we would have other stuff to eat as well. Hobbs would make sure of that.
To appease Fromage, I said that his blue cheese cake would be the main dish of our Christmas dinner.
I needn’t have bothered.
Fromage’s one thought was that there was one less person to share it with.
He couldn’t have cared less if Cara didn’t eat his fabulous blue cheese cake.
Friday Afternoon:
The Señora came back home with Polo.
Mom and Aunt Florence went over to greet her and break the news of Raoul’s return. They warned her not to be upset if he did not recognize her and explained what had happened.
The Señora broke down in tears and clung to Aunt Florence her old friend, shaking with relief and joy.
Without much ado, they walked back to Solo’s house.
Of course, we followed closely behind.
Polo came back with us, yapping about his recent trip and how they had stayed in a lovely hotel where he had met many other small dogs like him.
Polo was a chatterbox.
I well imagined that he would have been very happy with the other doggies while Señora was taking her cure.
We entered Solo’s house and Raoul who had been told that his wife would be brought back was slowly descending the stairs when we came in.
Polo who had been chatting away to Fromage and Charlotte about the fun time he had had and the friends he had made, suddenly stopped at the sight of Raoul.
He seemed struck dumb for a whole five seconds.
Had he lost his tongue? I wondered surprised by his silence.
There was a strange hush in the room as everyone had stopped talking.
Polo suddenly recognized Raoul as the person standing before him and went completely wild.
YAP! YAP! YAP! YAP!
Which actually meant - for those who cannot read doggie yaps:
RAOUL! RAOUL! RAOUL! RAOUL!
His little body shook with joy.
Yapping excitedly and wagging his stumpy tail non-stop, he dashed past the Señora and ran up to Raoul.
Raoul stooped down and lifted Polo in the air.
“Polo, you rascal, where have you been?” he shouted with joy.
Raoul started laughing out loud, his memory rushing back.
Everyone looked on amazed.
Polo’s enthusiastic sharp yapping and evident delight at seeing his master had jolted Raoul’s memory to the full.
With Polo in his arms, he rushed to the Señora who hugged him with tears running down her face.
Solo, Aunt Florence, and Mom quietly slipped out of the room to leave them alone.
Not us, of course. It was too good a scene to be missed.
There was much love and happiness in the room.
We couldn’t resist watching them with delight.
Polo looked over Raoul’s shoulder at us grinning from ear-to-ear.
“I have my family back together,” he yapped at us happily.
Polo had the best Christmas present he could ever want.
Friday Evening:
We all met at Solo’s place for dinner.
Everyone was dressed to the nines and the big dining room was all lit up.
The long table was heavily laden with all kinds of delicious food.
An enormous Christmas tree reaching up to the ceiling had been set up by Hobbs. The whole house was lit up and was all golden and warm with every fireplace in the house merrily burning bright.
We furry friends occupied the library where Monk was playing his jazz music.
Surprise, surprise! Fromage’s blue cheese cake had been delicious.
Even Cara had to agree.
Of course, we had received only a tiny bit as Fromage had eaten most of it before carrying it proudly over to Monk’s house.
We had eaten a special Christmas dinner prepared for us by Hobbs. We then sat down and enjoyed having a good old gossip.
Terrance had told Polo about how they had found Raoul in the distant village near the Himalayas.
Polo looked gratefully at Terrance.
“Thank you Terrance,” was all he could say in a choked yap.
Terrance just wagged his tail.
Terrance is a great guy, I thought.
The emotional and serious feelings in the room suddenly transformed when there was a change of tempo in the music.
My favorite salsa music came over the air.
I looked up and saw Monk mischievously looking down at me from the stereo set that he manipulated so well.
Everyone looked at me expectantly.
“What now?” I said.
“Come on Inca!” shouted Monk.
“Dance for us!”
I tried to be modest like Terrance, but somehow it never worked for me.
I didn’t need to be asked twice.
My feet twitched to the salsa beat and I felt my body swaying to the familiar music.
I threw my head back and gave one of my best performances as I danced the salsa to the beat of the rhythm humming - OLE! OLE!
My friends and family clapped in glee!
YESSS! Christmas is the most fun time of the year!!!
I hope you enjoyed reading my diary!
I Wish my ‘fantastic’ readers -
A Fun Christmas!
My troupe and I look forward to you reading our future adventures! Until then – We wish you A Happy, Meowy, Bow-Wowy Christmas!
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