"Well, I don't blame you Trusty. I can't, you're my friend. And you have to admit, she was very beautiful." Spur said.                                                                                                                         "She definitely lived up to her name." Trusty added.                                                                         "You got that right ol' pal." agreed Spur.                                                                                           "So, you guys aren't mad at each other?" Scamp asked.                                                                 "No of course not. We never blame each other. Have you ever gotten mad at your friend?" Spur asked.                                                                                                                                               "Once. But it's a long story." Scamp disagreed with his uncle. Scamp didn't really want to talk about it. Nor did Angel.                                                         "We forgave each other." added Angel.                                                                                               "Oh, so you were involved with this?" Spur asked.                                                                                 "Yes, but-" Angel said                                                                                                                            "I'm through with this!" howled Scamp as he dashed out the door.

Scamp always dreaded fighting and getting in trouble. How could his own uncle do that to him on Christmas eve! He ran as fast and far as he could.                                                                                                                                 "I'll get him, Tramp." reassured Angel. Angel rushed outside. "Tenderfoot! Scamp! Scamp?" she called out. She heard no response, only her echo. Scamp could hear her, but ignored her. He still dashed through the frigid snow. The wind kept pulling him back.

Angel ran. She could see a glimpse of Scamp. "Scamp!" she yelled.            

"Angel?" he hollered back "I thought my dad was after me."                                                              "It's just me Tenderfoot. You're dad's at the house. C'mon. Let's go back home." Angel persuaded.

Scamp knew he had to go back so he trotted along with his friend with her head under his. They nudged each other. They arrived at home. 

"Angel," Scamp said.

"Yes, Scamp." Angel said.

"I think we're more than friends." Scamp told her. Angel nodded her head in agreement.                    

Angel licked Scamp's muzzle under the mistletoe and they smiled at each other.

They headed inside.               

 "Scamp, what happened?" Tramp asked his son. Tramp was getting worried.  He couldn't have his on away on Christmas. It wouldn't be Christmas without his only son. Plus, the Christmas photo would be shot tonight! Scamp HAD to be in the Christmas photo.

"I don't know. I guess something just, came over me." Scamp replied. Tramp was glad to have his son back home.              

Jim Dear took the Christmas Photo.                                                                          Tramp and Lady were nudging each other, same with Angel and Scamp. Annette, Colette, Danielle were hugging Trusty and Jock and Junior was hugging Spur.                                                                                                     Afterwards, Junior was put to bed and Spur, Trusty, and Jock left to go home.  Then, the girls and Lady went into their bed, and Scamp and Tramp went to bed too.                                                                                                               The dogs drifted off to sleep so, Jim Dear and Darling turned off the lights.                               The End