Bon Appetit

   Dyson! What the heck are you doing up there?
It was the night of Christmas eve about two years ago. My Family and I had walked in from the blistering cold. Usually both of our dogs come running at us like a hard of elephants. They bark at you at the top of their lungs until you take off your jackets. Then they expect you to pet them since they are stepping all over your feet like it’s the first time they seen you in like two years. This cold dark night in particular they did not for some crazy reason.
    All eight of us walked in from the garage to see no dogs in sight. We were yelling “Koby Dyson“. Nothing! Now Dyson is my youngest sister Lauren’s dog. She got him when she turned fourteen from Katie, my out going party-girl sister. Katie decided to take it upon herself to get the dog without my parent’s permission. So you know how well that went over. Now our eldest dog Kolby is fourteen. He has been with us since we moved into our home in New Lenox. He is considered to be the families dog. He is an extraordinary black lab. Just some of the things he does is crazy. Like the time when we went away on vacation and my “UNCLE” was suppose to be watching him but instead he was sleeping. So Kolby decided to roam the neighborhood and visit with our neighbors. Some dog watcher my uncle is.
    Now that Christmas Eve night when we came home Kolby was in the basement sleeping away like a baby. In all honesty he is not the best watch dog. Anyone could come in our home he will bark at you, but that’s about it. Dyson on the other hand is a loud mouth . That little beast is a loud-ass dog that never shuts up. Lauren went walking around the whole house looking for him. No where! At this time she is in a panic cause she cant find her baby. The last room she walks into was our dining room. Lo walks in to find Dyson on top of our table shaking his little tail off cause he is so scared. He went on the table to enter Desert heaven. He was on the table eating all the Christmas cookies and my mom’s candies from Fannie May . This dog is nuts! Its takes us weeks to eat that stuff and it took him an eight-hour span. Now I should point out that Dyson is a doxson so he weights only around forty-five pounds. We were shocked to find him laying up there like he was about to burst. He must of eaten more then half of the food that was sitting up on the table. My sister was amazed to find him not plopped over on his side. He was up on all fours looking so innocent to have some help him get down. He also knew he was in trouble now. Some how he got up but could not get back down. You would never think a dog was afraid of heights. Well meet Dyson! Since he ate most of the cookies and cupcakes. When our family came over on Christmas of coarse we didn’t mention to them they were eating Dyson’s left over’s that he left for them. Instead we all sat back and left the guest eat the deserts with smiles on our faces.