I’m getting mutton for Christmas

These past few weeks, I’ve found myself revisiting some of my favorite Bella memories. Remembering all of her wonderful quirks makes me smile, even if that smile is often (okay, always) through some tears. In any event, I thought I’d share a few of these as I try to get back into the blog.

Today’s tale has it all – mystery, comedy… and even MURDER.

It was a cold night. Presents were stacked under the unlit Christmas tree. In the corner of my mother-in-law’s living room, a ceramic assembly gathered around an empty crib, quietly awaiting the arrival of the porcelain Savior. Faux-human and faux-animal alike, they patiently kept watch, anticipating the moment that the giant hand would place the baby in the miniature manger.  Distracted by the imminent miracle, they failed to notice that one of their own was missing.

He wasn’t the fanciest sheep, nor the prettiest one. In fact, they never knew how he became a part of the flock. He was always there, but he was undeniably different. The leader of the flock accepted him without question, and the others followed like… well, like sheep. (Just calling ’em like I see ’em.)

That fateful night, the plastic sheep found himself separated from the ceramic flock. As he faced down the giant she-beast, he knew that he would not see the Nativity storage container ever again. Although she did not usually devour miniature figurines, his plastic scent was too much to resist that night.

Later, in the harsh light of Christmas morning, the crime scene revealed itself. Crumbs of plastic sheep littered the manger. It didn’t take a world-class detective to discover the culprit – after all, the small brown and white dog happily pooping out pieces of plastic sheep didn’t seem too ashamed of her heinous act.

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The face of a smooth criminal…

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11 thoughts on “I’m getting mutton for Christmas

  1. Love that pic of her, unashamed of her crime! Our angel Abby had the nerve to nibble the Baby Jesus himself! Now every year when I pull out our wood nativity set, I remember what a mischievous girl she was – and miss her like crazy! (I didn’t write nearly as clever a blog post about her crime though… and I hate myself now for it!)

    Hope you’re hanging in there.
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  2. I love this story!! I guess the smell of plastic was just too much for her. 🙂

    Many years ago I bought a ceramic Nativity display. It is set up with lights so you can use it at night, and it comes with sand so you get the ‘real feel’ of the desert. I had a lovely bay window at my old house that was just perfect for it and I couldn’t wait to set it up!

    I carefully lined the window with plastic and poured the sand in and set up my Nativity scene. It was so beautiful.

    And then the cat pooped on baby Jesus. I guess she thought the sand indicated something else. 🙂

    Glad to see you back.
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  3. HAH! That is a really great memory, probably funnier now than it was then (esp if the sheep had sentimental value or she got ill from her caper). What’s hilarious to me is how, in a multi-dog household, you always know who the guilty party is… the next day!
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