Wiener Wednesday...A Dixie Dog Christmas

Dixie Dog loved Christmas presents. Well any presents, really. It didn't matter what time of year or who they were intended for.  She always thought they were hers and would not hesitate to jump right in and "help" you open them.  I think Christmastime overwhelmed her a bit because there was just so.much.stuff. to guard and during the fourteen Christmas seasons in which she lived, she could most often be found right beside or sometimes underneath the tree in order to make sure the Grinch didn't slip in and make away with so much as a piece of tinsel.  

Someplace, somewhere around here is a vhs tape of her first puppy Christmas, 1995, ripping into her first gift, a brand new red sweater that she loathed.  But you see, it was never about the gift inside.  It was all about the unwrapping. Unless of course the gift was bacon flavored. 

This was her get-outta-my-grill-with-that-stankin'-camera-Can't-you-see-I've-got-a-job-to-do-here? scowl.  She was an old pro by this time and had adopted a zero tolerance for shenanigans policy.

I'm not sure exactly what was going on here but this was her guilty look...like she maybe just ate something out of the kid's stocking.

Sneaking in for the steal from behind.

She was still just as spunky, stealing presents from the kids, here on her very last Christmas.  She passed on that following September.

I still miss that little Dachsie spitfire every single day but the countless memories she gave me never fail to bring a smile to my face and she will always have a place in my heart...

and on my Christmas tree.