Where should I begin? As usual, the Wagner family Christmas was very eventful thanks to Cubbie.
Our family tradition is to celebrate on Christmas Eve. We go to church, eat supper, open presents and watch National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation.
Most of the presents were already under the tree before Cubbie and I made it back to Oelwein. So, of course when we got there he had to inspect everything.
During the day on Christmas Eve Cubbie decided to open one of his presents early! He grabbed it and ran. Before my mom or I could catch him, he had his new toy unwrapped.
It was a stuffed animal from my brother Devin. At that time, Devin happened to be walking through the door. He tried chasing Cubbie to get it back, but Cubbie just thought Uncle Devin was playing with him. When Cubbie eventually let his guard down, Devin took the toy back and re-wrapped it. He said Cubbie had to wait until we all opened presents.
Well, we got to presents several hours later after church and eating supper. Cubbie got to open his re-wrapped stuffed animal. He also got an assortment of treats and a box of milk bones. But his “playtime” with Devin earlier must have worn him out because he only helped us open a few gifts before collapsing on the couch with his new toy. He slept while we all opened gifts.
Cubbie continued to sleep while we watched our movie. I took him up to bed with me around Midnight.
Cubs woke up around 7:15 a.m. Christmas Day. I took him outside, and then he charged back upstairs and jumped on my parents’ bed. He scared the cats, and proceeded to cuddle with Grammy. I let him stay there.
I went back to my room and fell back asleep. At one point, though, I woke up and heard what sounded like a bowl scraping across the kitchen floor. I remember thinking, “What are Mom and Cubbie doing?” But I went back to sleep.
A while later I was just waking up, and I heard my door open. Cubbie came running and jumped on me. My mom was right behind. She said Dad said Cubbie didn’t deserve his new bed, which reminded her she forgot to give it to him on Christmas Eve! If you know my mom, this happens every year. She always forgets at least one gift. Last year she forgot she hid some DVDs for Dad in the glove compartment of her car, the year before that she forgot a suitcase for me.
Anyway, she brought the bed in, and Cubbie tried to chew on it. I put a stop to that. Mom told me the story of the bowl I heard on the floor, and why Dad said Cubbie didn’t deserve the new bed. Apparently, Dad put his wet cat food on the kitchen table (for his two cats) then he went outside. (We don’t really know why he went outside). When he came back inside, the bowl was on the floor and Cubbie was eating the food. We have to assume Cubbie used one of the kitchen chairs to get on the table to get the bowl.
So of course after he does something he knows he probably shouldn’t, Cubbie comes running to me in the bedroom. All I could do was laugh! Poor Dad.
I got up, and then gave Cubbie his new bed to try out. He went right in and laid down. He brought his new stuffed animal with him.
Then I played Nintendo with my brother until Cubbie and I left in the afternoon so I could finish up some stuff for the weekend morning shows. On the drive back to Waterloo, Cubbie climbed in the backseat and slept in his new dog bed.
It was a great, wonderful, happy Christmas! And it wouldn’t be Christmas without Cubbie keeping us on our toes.
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This post was written by dwagner on December 25, 2009