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A Dog-Gone Christmas
A Dog-Gone Christmas
A Dog-Gone Christmas
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A Dog-Gone Christmas

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In this funny, heartwarming holiday short story, dog therapist Allie Babcock and her mother face a tedious delay at Denver International Airport on Christmas Eve. Then, moments later, Delia Granger, a platinum-selling and temperamental country-western singer, arrives at the terminal, panic-stricken as she realizes that her dog carrier has been replaced with a duplicate, and that Amelia's darling long-haired Chihuahua, Bella, is now missing. It is up to Allie to save this dog-gone Christmas!

LanguageEnglish
PublisherLeslie O'Kane
Release dateNov 6, 2014
ISBN9781501487606
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    A Dog-Gone Christmas - Leslie O'Kane

    My mother and I sighed in dismay at the departure board at Denver International. Our flight to Los Angeles to visit my brother’s family and meet my newest nephew was delayed by three hours. 

    The airport’s garlands, fake Christmas trees, silver bells, and angels suddenly seemed like a waste of plastic.  The background Christmas carols felt maddeningly repetitive as they plinked, dinged, and donged over the loudspeakers.  I’d been so looking forward to sharing Christmas morning with my nieces and nephew, soaking up their unbridled glee in Santa, stockings, toys for boys and girls, while I got to bask in being an auntie, a sister, and a daughter all at the same time. This was Christmas magic, wrapped in warm hugs, fuzzy blankets, and chocolate. But delays had a tendency to morph into cancelations. My joyous expectations sank like a puddle of dirty, melting snow around the soles of my brown loafers.

    It looks we’ll be having Christmas Eve dinner at the airport, I said, forcing a little ho-ho cheer into my voice.  I think I only managed ho-hum, though.

    If only I could fly us there myself.  Do they have anything but fast food—  She broke off and said, Oh, my gosh! Allie!  Look who it is!

    I turned and spotted a pretty young woman with strawberry blonde hair.  She had on fancy cowboy boots with extra-high heels, a skin-tight dress that was remarkably green and shiny, and professional-looking makeup that I hoped would inspire me to put some effort into eye shadow and eyeliner. Although I’d seen her face—recently even—I could only remember that she was a singer.  She had forgone the motorized walkway in favor of walking at her own brisk pace, which was causing a major pedestrian-traffic jam on the walkway as a large clot of people

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