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LuLu's Desperate House Dogs (formerly the Bow Wow Blog)
LuLu's Desperate House Dogs is a blog about an eccentric little Beagle named LuLu, who, along with her sister Sadie (a Whippet/Terrier/Beagle blend), writes the lurid Puppies in Lust series, and absorbs local color in an idyllic, off-the-leash, canine-centered village known as Lincoln Park~
Sunday, December 23, 2007
"Under COMMENTS is a sweet Christmas story you're sure to appreciate." (Photo by J.M. Hilton)
LuLu's Desperate House Dogs (formerly the Bow Wow Blog)
LuLu's Desperate House Dogs is a blog about an eccentric little Beagle named LuLu, who, along with her sister Sadie (a Whippet/Terrier/Beagle blend), writes the lurid Puppies in Lust series, and absorbs local color in an idyllic, off-the-leash, canine-centered village known as Lincoln Park~
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- Name: LuLu
I am a single five-year-old female Beagle, shown here by myself, while my mix-up of a sister sings the praises of mutts on my blog. Well, let her. I have a most intriguing (one might even say lascivious) past, at least according to my autobiography. In a former lifetime I was Queen Elizabeth the Ist of England, and later on (among others) I was Nell Gwynn, Pauline Borghese, Louise Brooks, and eventually just lovable, neurotic, adorable ME. I have a perfectly charming, albeit very annoying, sister named Sadie. She's rarely plagued by conscience, possibly because she's a Sagittarius. To date she has attempted to steal most of my boyfriends, meaning we're quite used to fighting over bones. Sadie and I are the same age, although she's the adopted one. We do have a fair amount of things in common. For example, she was once Mary Queen of Scots, and later on both Barbara Villiers and Marlene Dietrich. Amazingly we get along -- at least when we're before the public~
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Watch This Space.....But Don't Get Obsessive About It.....
A Brief Christmas Story That Captures The Spirit Of The Season, or someting kind of like that.
More than two-thousand years ago on the terraced slopes above the town of Bethlehem in the Roman province of Judea a dog sat, an ungnawed bone by his side, as he cautiously guarded his master's sheep.
Centuries in the future the dog's descendants, by then called "Canaan Dogs," would be admitted to the AKC, but the dog who watched his master's flock by night those many long years ago was both breedless and nameless. He was simply a poor shepherd's lowly dog -- no more, no less.
In recent days the dog's master had wandered off to follow his star, and the dog was feeling more than a little bit lonely. But what was a good dog to do?
"One of your lambs is missing," hissed a voice he knew rather well. "You had best go and look for it while I stay here and guard your bone, because that's the kind of sweetheart I am."
The dog mulled this suggestion as a long, skinny Bethlehem alley cat made her way up the nearest hill and crouched down next to him.
"I see you have no real food, either," she observed. "I can't catch a mouse to save my life! It's that star which has appeared in the heavens. It's so bright, they can all see me coming. There outta be a law!"
The dog heard the ewe crying for her lost lamb, so thanked the cat for her offer, rose to the occasion, and pawed it down the hillside to do his duty.
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Lo, the dog had barely walked six paces when a magnificent angel suddenly appeared before him, holding the wandering lamb safe in his arms.
"Is this what you seek, dog?" the angel asked him, and since it obviously was, the dog barked once and wagged his tail.
The angel then set the lamb down and it quickly found its way back to its mother. But the angel stuck around.
"Why are you not following the star like everyone else?" he asked. "Have you not seen the Magi pass by?"
"Well, yes," admitted the dog, who suddenly found himself able to converse in Arabic, Hebrew, and Greek. "My own master left me here in the fields to follow the star. I have no idea why, though."
The angel snorted. "No idea? It so happens the star foretells the birth of the King of Kings -- this very night in Bethlehem! I assure you, this is not an event you'll want to miss."
"The birth of a king?" The dog sat down and scratched at a flea. "I've got no gift to give a king, Sir Angel."
"Well, You can at least bow and wag your tail, can't you?
"Yes, but who would look after my master's flock if I went traipsing off to Bethlehem?"
"Oh, great heavenly chorus! I'll watch your reeking sheep for you, you silly dog." And the angel snapped his wings. "Get thee gone!"
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Just to be on the safe side, the dog carefully checked his sheep one more time before hightailing it down the hill toward Bethlehem.
There was quite a crowd around the stable where Jesus lay, but being a dog, he was able to squirm between legs and soon wound up creeping on his belly right up to the manger itself.
"I have nothing much to offer, Lord," he apologized, "but I would willingly give my very life for you."
The Holy Child smiled and stretched out a chubby hand, which the dog gently licked.
"I can offer only this sorry bone," hissed a voice close by in the crowd. "But it is my most cherished possession."
The dog rose and spun about. "That is MY BONE!" he growled at the cat before he could stop himself, and then remembering where he was, he hung his head in shame.
Mary the Mother of Jesus beckoned to both animals. "Does the bone really belong to the dog?" she asked the cat, who for the first time in her exceedingly bohemian existence felt her perky whiskers sag.
But before the cat could reply, the dog intervened. "I thought the bone too humble a gift for a king," he explained, "and since I left it in her keeping, I really can't accuse her of stealing it."
The cat's whiskers perked again, and she began to gracefully circle the soft robes wrapped about Mary's legs.
"Sir Dog," said Mary, "as I see it, you have brought my son the gifts of loyalty and friendship, and it is my hope you will remain by his side forever."
The dog began to thump his tail. The cat paused and ceased her purring.
"As for YOU," said Mary, a faint twinkle in her eye which showed she had a sense of humor, "you have proved it's the thought that counts, Mistress Cat, and I feel certain my son has already welcomed you into his heart."
At which point the Baby Jesus opened his arms and embraced his two new pets.
"It's the thought that counts?" said a camel to a donkey. "I've really got to keep that one cooking on the back burner."
Merry Christmas!
Copy?Right?LuLu/2007
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