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Party Girl here.

So it's 11:48 p.m. on a Friday night and I just walked in the door after a 6 hour marathon of shopping. And I am done, finally.

Each time I stopped to wipe the sweat off my brow I had to remind myself that it's Christmas - the season of giving. And even though the temperature in the mall was approximately 400 degrees hotter than the surface of the Sun I needed to have a good attitude - the attitude of Tidings of Comfort and Joy.

Now that I am sipping my lemon drop I think the Comfort and Joy part is well on its way.

So - the dogs...the hunting dogs lying at my feet the other night. Gorgeous dogs. And I love dogs. I love dogs so much I've not been able to shake the image of the look on The Mother's face when she sat us down to tell us she had to take my beloved family pet to be put to eternal rest. And I will never forget the day I stood in the vet's office with The Father when his beautiful Siberian took his last breath. Devastating moments, for sure.

But I have to admit it was a little odd serving a holiday meal to a group of people while trying to balance trays around lying dogs, and trying to distract people with slabs of prime rib while they gasp a little as they see what is lying at my feet. I honestly think a couple people thought we brought the dogs - as if it was a little vaudeville act we put together. Were The Partner skilled in balancing plates on a stick I think we could make a pretty good living for ourselves on the circus circuit.

I will say the dogs were quiet and well behaved. They didn't beg or jump up on the tables. Which, quite frankly, is better than many of the guests I have dealt with in my time in this business. And they did wear festive kerchiefs around their necks. But I admit I did wince a little when The Client - The Dog's owners - allowed the dogs to lick all the plates at their table clean.

One lady leaned over to me as I was packing out and said, "Now - those plates. You are going to wash those again, right?" I did think about rattling off a little funny about a dog's mouth being the cleanest thing you can find, but I was tired, and I simply said, "We will be sure to wash those twice."

It was a legitimate question considering two days later we were going to be Tricking a party at her house.

The Trick actually was without issue, so I can't complain to much. Though at the end of the night one of The Dogs did lift his leg to mark his territory on one of our crates - but I suppose that is a little Karma coming back to get me.

I think I should be grateful he didn't decide to mark me.

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