Wish of the Wee Golden A Bubba Tails Christmas Part One…

Wish of the Wee Golden A Bubba Tails Christmas Part One…

Wish of the Wee Golden

A Bubba Tails Christmas Part One…

By Patty L. Fletcher


In Wish of the Wee Golden: A Bubba Tails Christmas, Jane the Wee Golden from, Bubba Tails From the Puppy Nursery At The Seeing Eye: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0765BWDJF

learns from Pup friend Barkly of a Santa just for dogs named Santa Paws.

Some, say he is real. Others, say he is a fairytale.

When Jane hears the Puppy Raiser families talking of the Christmas party being held for the Puppy Raiser families and their pups, she makes a wish on the star at the top of her family’s Christmas tree that he will come to the party, so everyone will know there is a fur sure real live Santa Paws.

When he doesn’t show, she sets out on a journey to the North Pole to see if the human Santa knows if he is real, and if so why he has stopped visiting all the good little girl and boy doggies.

Along the way she meets Robert the Rabbit, a security guard snowman, and the real live human Santa.

Soon they’re joined by King Campbell and many of her puppy friends.

Will they find Santa Paws?

Join Jane and all her friends on their magickal journey and find out.

The Thanksgiving holiday had just passed, and to Jane, the wee golden, it seemed, that wonderful day called, Christmas would simply never ever arrive.

She’d heard many wondrous stories about that magickal jolly dog dressed all in red fur named, Santa Paws, but she just did not know if she could believe or not.

It seemed to her, there were pictures of the human Santa everywhere, but never did there ever seem to be anything anywhere about this famous Santa Paws.

Whenever she and her friends met at Puppy Raiser Club meetings with their humans, the older dogs just laughed and said, “Silly pup, no one’s seen him in many many years, but everyone knows he’s real. Who do you think leaves the doggy stockings filled with treats and toys, for all the good little doggy girls and boys?”

She knew older dogs were smarter than she, but how come there was not even one picture or story of him any-place? Not even in that most awesome store World of Pets was there a sign of him.

The only reason she knew of him at all was because of one of the excitable shepherds, named Barkly.

Barkly was very smart, he told wonderful stories, and seemed to know lots about just almost everything.

He said that Santa Paws was a great and handsome dog, much like King Campbell, but rather than a kingly robe, and crown, he wore a red furry suit, trimmed in white, and he had a snowy white beard underneath his muzzle.

Soon there was talk of a special Christmas gathering for all the puppies, and their human families. It was to be a glorious time, with food, presents, and even special homemade doggy treats, made just for all the puppies.

There were to be wise and ancient trainers from The Seeing Eye, and someone had said that even King Campbell might be there.

Little Jane, was not very happy to be going.

While she would very much love to see King Campbell, she’d heard that there would be the human Santa, but nothing about Santa Paws, and this disappointed her to no end.

A few weeks before the party, her family began to decorate the house for Christmas. Jane did have to admit that the Christmas tree smelled quite good, and like it might be good for chewing.

She knew she wasn’t supposed to, but it was so very big, surely the humans wouldn’t miss just a bit.

When the tree was all decorated, Karen, her most favorite human of her family, picked her up and snuggled her very close. “Jane, you see that star on top of the tree?”

Jane wagged her tail to say she did.

“That star is a magickal star, and if you make a wish on that star, it will come true.”

That night after Karen was tucked into her bed, and Jane was safely nestled into her crate, the house grew very quiet and still, but Jane could not sleep.

She chewed on her chewy toys, she lay on her back, and counted cats, but nothing worked.

Finally, when she could think of nothing else to do, she got up and crept to the front of her crate to see if she could see the Christmas tree with its magickal star.

As she leaned on the door, peering through to have a look, it suddenly popped open.

“Oh! WOW! My door’s open! I’m free!” She nearly barked with joy, but just then she noticed that the magik star was blinking.

For a moment she could only stand in the door-way of her crate and stare up at it in aww. Then, without a sound she padded softly across the floor, and stood directly underneath the tree.

She’d decided. She would wish to meet this Santa Paws. She would wish for him to be at the Christmas party, and she’d show them all.

While many of the older doggies encouraged her to believe, some of them laughed at her, saying, “Oh! You silly pup, Santa Paws is just some silly story Barkly made up to keep you paying attention to him. It’s high-time you were growing up. You’re going to be a Seeing Eye Dog someday. You should be concentrating on learning more of how to behave, and what to do, and less on magickal make-believe stories.

As she stood feeling quite small underneath the big, and beautifully decorated tree, she wished…

“Beautiful star of Christmas night, grant the wish I wish tonight. I ask you, if you please, Santa Paws, may I meet. Please, oh, please? At the Christmas party let him be.”

She did not know just where that had come from, but there it was, and there was no taking it back.

To Be Continued…

About Patty L. Fletcher

Patty Fletcher is a single mother with a beautiful daughter, of whom she is enormously proud. She has a great son-in-law and six incredible grandchildren.

Patty was born one and a half months premature, and her blindness was caused by receiving too much oxygen in the incubator. She was partially sighted until 1991, when she lost her sight after complications from cataract surgery.

Patty writes with the goal of bridging the great chasm separating the disabled from the non-disabled.

To learn more and buy her work visit: https://www.amazon.com/Patty-L.-Fletcher/e/B00Q9I7RWG

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