Wish of the Wee Golden – Part Two – A Bubba Tails Christmas

Wish of the Wee Golden – Part Two – A Bubba Tails Christmas

Wish of the Wee Golden – Part Two – A Bubba Tails Christmas

By Patty L. Fletcher

Synopsis

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 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.

If you’re behind read part one here.

Wish of the Wee Golden Part Two

As Christmas drew near, she began to become very excited. Though she knew she must be good, it was becoming very hard to do.

She found the hardest thing for her, other than not chewing that tasty tree, was the waiting.

In that, she was much like Karen.

Karen was the youngest, and smallest of her family, and she too had golden hair.

Jane and Karen went on many adventures together. They went to friend’s houses to visit, to the grocery with Mother, and Jane had even gone to Karen’s school for Show and Tell.

Karen took her on wonderful sniff-fests every morning before she left on the big yellow school bus, and in the afternoon when she returned home, she would hold her in the crook of her arm, while she did something called home-work.

Karen’s big brother Brad, was always saying, “Karen, when Jane gets a bit bigger, you’re going to have to stop snuggling her so. She must learn to be a Seeing Eye Guide Dog, you know?”

Karen would smile her sweet smile, bounce her curls and say, “Yes brother, I know, but she must also learn to give love. She is a special dog, who has many magickal powers.”

Brad would pull a funny face, wiggle his fingers at her and walk away whistling.

Karen too was having a hard time waiting. Once the presents began to show up underneath the tree, she would spend long moments investigating them.

Jane would lie curled up on her rug, and watch as one by one, Karen picked up the packages that were marked with her name, and shake them.

It did not matter how much her mother, father, and big brother Brad scolded; she could not seem to help herself.

It was the same, for Jane, and that tasty Christmas tree. Try as she might, she simply could not seem to leave it alone.

The little needles, though a bit sticky, tasted so very good, and there was nothing quite so fine as sneaking a drink out of the water bowl it stood in.

Many times, she had been corrected for doing such, but she simply could not leave it.

One day just before the big party, where Santa Paws was sure to be, Jane was having a chew, of the tasty tree. Just as she settled down to have a nibble, she felt a hand on the back of her neck, and Father was scruffing her saying, “Pfui! Leave It! If you do not leave that tree alone, Santa Paws will never come to see you!” And, with that, he locked her into her crate.

Jane was terrified. “No Santa Paws? Could chewing on that tree really be what kept everyone from knowing just who he was? Was that the trouble?”

She curled herself into a puppy ball and began to cry.

Just then Karen came running into the room, “Father, whatever is the matter with Jane?” She started to reach for the door to Jane’s crate, but

Father said, “No Karen, Jane must learn to leave the tree alone. She must be made to grow up some. She is going to need to learn to do many important things in her life, and we must stop babying her so, now run along and play. Leave Jane to think about her wrongdoings for a while.”

Karen looked sad, but she did as Father said, and went off to play in her room.

Jane remained in her crate until time to go outside and have dinner, but even after she’d been let out of her crate, given love by all the family, taken for a wonderful walk in the yard by Karen, and fed, she could not be quite content.

All that long night, she worried about the words Father had spoken when he had corrected her, and she decided right then and there, she would never chew that tree again.

No matter how good it smelled, no matter how sweet the water from its bowl, she would leave it alone. Fore, Santa Paws had to come, and if he did not, it would indeed, be all her fault.

To be continued.

Can’t wait for the rest, read below to get your copy.

Bubba Tails from the Puppy Nursery at The Seeing Eye

In this magical and love filled tail, King Campbell AKA Bubba travels

to the puppy nursery at The Seeing Eye to help ready a group of

puppies who are just about to embark on the fabulous journey of

learning to become Seeing Eye dogs. Just as he is about to finish his

tail, a wee pup becomes very frightened of all that lies ahead, and one

frightfully stormy night she runs away! Will King Campbell hear the

urgent call from the puppy nursery in time? Will they find her and save

her so she can fulfill her destiny?

The use of Tail instead of Tale for story and Magik instead of Magic

is intended for these short stories. A great play on words from King

Campbell

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About Patty L. Fletcher

Patty L. Fletcher lives in Kingsport Tennessee where she works full time as a Writer with the goal of bridging the great chasm which separates the disAbled from the non-disAbled. She is Also a Social Media Marketing Assistant.

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