Personality Creations Christmas

"The Christmas Coat"

True story by : Dennis Capps

(This is not meant for very small children Rated-PG)

I spent today at work painting for 10 hours, with a lot of time to reminse on events that has happened to me, and sometimes changed my views on how I approach situations. One particular event occurred to me back in 1974. At the tender age of 13, my step-brother and I, of the same age, would go out and do yard work for individuals who were smart enough to pay a couple of kids 5 bucks to do something it would take them several hours to do in the Texas heat (majority of our clients being the elderly or lazy). One winter day, my "partner" and I were on an assignment to rake a yard for a regular customer. We were proudly sporting coats, that we had received as christmas gifts from my dad, and his mother. His was green, long fur on the outside (hence..the 70's) and mine was of brown exterior long fur. While, in the process of raking our clients front yard, little benounced too me...their neighbor, across the street, decided that it was time for her 100 lb. German Sheppard to go out, in the front yard, and do his afternoon "business". Upon opening her storm door, I would assume, "Baby" spotted me, across the street, with my back to him. I only hope, his evaluation of me was in error. Me being an 80 lb. frame, and his running 30 m.p.h., caught me off guard.

I do not recall my thoughts, upon impact, but I do remember gathering my senses enough to feel that my arms were pinned to my side, and I was on the ground, next too the rake I "was" holding. Upon looking up, to see the cause of my perdictament, I remember hearing hollering laughter!! There, in front of me, was a set of canine genitalia, moving forward, and backward fast enough to be classified as a "projectile!" I, at that moment, concluded that "Baby' had misinterpreted me, as potential "undomesticated intercourse". While keeping my eyes at a safe distance from the "projectile", I contemplated my escape!! There was that "howling laughter" again? Disregarding the laughter,

I decided that my escape could only be accomplished by shedding my prize Christmas allocation.....The Coat!!

Upon my last free arm exiting the coat, and me rolling out from beneath "Baby", I recognised my stepbrother, up in a tree, sitting on a limb, laughing hysterically. So...this was where the noise was coming from!! Needless to say, "Baby" never noticed my departure, which made me feel better, and had a death (loving) 2 paw grip on my coat, still girating. I don't recall if any other witnesses were present. I do recall quickly climbing the tree that my stepbrother had negotiated 4 minutes earlier. We sat on the limb for approximately 10 minutes waiting for "Baby" to complete his new found business......ON MY COAT!!

Upon completion of "the act" and my nerves settling, "Baby" proudly kicked the grass a few times with his hind legs and went home .We finished our raking commitment, collected our fee, and I politely placed my Long Brown Haired Christmas Prize Coat in the owner of "Baby's" back yard, for future entertainment (or as a christmas gift, I don't recall) .