OMG ONLY FOUR DAYS UNTIL CHRISTMAS EVE! (Or as Evie calls it, Christmas Evie.) Well, until then, you can enjoy my Christmas fics! I am hopefully gonna update my story every day except tomorrow until Christmas eve! So, enjoy! Review time!

DragonEmperor999: Yeah! Thanks for the review!

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Sodaluv8: (2 reviews) Yay! Another Laylor supporter! :D! Actually, I have big plans for the last chapter, just you wait. ;)! Yeah, I ship Evie and Carlos. What about you? Oh, that's fine! (Review 2) Thanks! I love them, too! Perdita: NOOO! Not Cruella! Me: Then stop interrupting! Yeah, I'm annoyed with Joey, too. Why'd he have to get in the way?! Thanks for the reviews!

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Wow guys, that's a lot! Thanks! Anyway, the story!

Stan, Princess, and the Snowy Field

"And we're back!" yells Jonnie Nimbus, turning to us.

"Get out!" screams Evie, shoving Jonnie out the door.

"Watch me on Steven's Point news!" hollers Jonnie, as Evie slams the door in his face.

"Sorry folks, he's been wanting to do that for a while…" mutters Evie. "So, we managed to get T-Bob to glue Diggie's bag to the baggage hold, now-"

"Wait!" yells Kate, "You weren't supposed to tell them that! They don't even know about T-Bob yet!"

"Oh, right!" says Evie, "Anyway, I've got a new story to tell! Who says you need to be human to have true love?"

"Not me." Says Fang, Tramp, Humphrey, and all the other male dogs who don't want to deal with angry girlfriends.

"Right answer!" yells Evie, "Okay, so next up we have…Stan? Why are you still here?"

Stan runs out of the breakroom, and looks around. "What?"

"The next story's about you, Stan!" yells Evie, "Go find your wife!"

"AHH!" screams Stan, "I'm late! Everyone, out of my way!" Stan runs for the door, and leaves.

"Crisis averted." Says Evie, "Enjoy!"

"So, Stan, are you ready for Christmas?" asked Tyler, as he hung an ornament on the tree.

"Yeah, but one question. It's Christmas eve, why are you just now decorating the tree?" asked Stan.

"Last year I experimented with ornament-basketball! It didn't go well…" said Tyler.

"Oh, that's why Ellen wouldn't let me in the house!" said Stan.

"Suuure…that's why." Said Tyler.

"So, any Christmas plans?" asked Avery, coming in. "I'm learning about the origin of Christmas!"

All of Avery's siblings just stared at her. "Just when I thought you couldn't get any more boring." Muttered Tyler.

"Well Mason is taking me to go ornament shopping!" squealed Chloe.

"Mason's taking you?" asked Avery, "You might want to bring a map, then."

Chloe nodded. "Good call."

"So, Stan." Said Avery, "Mason's taking Chloe somewhere special, are you doing anything with Princess?"

"Uh…" said Stan, nervously, "I couldn't leave you guys on Christmas eve!"

Avery gave Stan a suspicious look. "We're going out for dinner, no dogs allowed."

"I hate those places!" groaned Stan, "They never wonder how the dogs feel!"

Avery rolled her eyes. "Right."

"Uh…" said Stan, "I think Princess is with her family!"

"Her family went on vacation to the Himalayas." Said Avery, "They've been bragging about it for weeks."

Stan sighed, and lowered his head, as Avery knelt down, so she could be eye level with Stan. "What's wrong, Stan?" asked Avery.

Stan sighed. "I want Princess to have the perfect Christmas, and…I don't know how to accomplish that."

"Well, you can't give up!" cried Tyler.

"What am I supposed to do?" Stan asked, "Princess deserves to be treated like…a princess! But I can't take her anyplace nice, because we're dogs!"

Avery sighed. She knew this often got to Stan, being 'treated like a second class citizen.' "It doesn't matter if the place is fancy or not, as long as it's meaningful."

"And no matter what, Princess will be happy you tried!" said Chloe.

Stan's ears perked up. "You know what? I actually have an idea. Thanks guys!"

"Anytime, Stan." Said Avery. "But first…" Avery went over to the coffee table, and grabbed a green and red, plaid bow tie, and fixed it to Stan's collar. "There. You look very handsome."

"Thanks Avery!" yelled Stan, "I'm going to go find Princess now!"

"Uh, I think her family left her at a kennel!" said Avery.

"A kennel!?" yelped Stan, "No! Not my Princess, she can't be in a kennel! I've got to go, before this gets crazy!"

Stan raced out the door, down the street. "Stan!" screamed Avery, as she stuck her head out the door. "I didn't even tell you where the kennel was!"

"Doesn't matter!" Stan shouted back, "Nothing could keep me from my love!"

True to his word, Stan picked up on Princess's scent almost immediately. He ran and ran, paw pads aching, but he wouldn't stop. No person, no kennel, not even a dog treat could keep him from Princess!

After an hour of nonstop running, Stan finally arrived at the kennel. It was big, and fancy looking (of course), but that didn't fool Stan. A kennel's a kennel, no matter how big or expensive the furniture was!

Stan nosed around the building, until he found an unguarded backdoor. Luckily for him, the maintenance man was leaving, at that moment, and Stan slipped through the door, as it was closing.

The room looked to be a boiler room, maybe the room that heated the kennels. After all, a fancy place like this probably had heated kennels…they were still kennels, though! But in that case, the boiler room might be located right under the kennels.

Stan found the nearest staircase, and ran up. Luckily, the door at the top of the stairs was the 'push to open' kind, so it was no trouble getting through.

Stan looked around. This wasn't the kennel, this was a hallway! No one was walking in it…yet. It was still working hours, but it was almost twelve! Lunch break would be soon. He only had a few minutes to find Princess.

Stan ran down the hall, looking left and right. The boiler room could be under any number of rooms, and he couldn't even call Princess's name, in the case of someone hearing him.

Stan lifted his snout, and sniffed, hard. He caught a dog-scent from behind one of the doors. Many dog scents, in fact, but one scent stood out. A scent of someone so kind, a smell so sweet, he knew it could only be one dog. Princess.

Stan nosed up to the door, and gently pushed with his snout. The door held firm. Of course it wasn't a 'push to open' door, the dogs could potentially escape! There was only one option.

Stan hooked a paw around the door handle, and attempted to push down, and twist. He failed, for it hurt so much. He tried again and again, but it wouldn't work. Stan's paws ached badly, as he gave one more try.

Stan took a deep breath, twisted, and pulled. This time, he didn't stop. Thoughts of Princess fueled him on. The pain was numbing his paw, but he'd let an anvil drop on it for Princess. With one, final twist, he was in.

"Princess?" he whispered. A loud bark was his response. "Princess!"

Stan ran to a kennel, with Princess's scent. Princess, with a big smile on her face, began to paw at the door. The door had a latch: Easy.

Stan flicked the latch up and to the side, using his nose.

Princess pushed on the door, and raced out.

Princess: Stan?! What are you doing here?!

"I needed to spend Christmas with you." Said Stan, "I can return you here tonight, but I want to spend the day with you!"

Princess: I couldn't stop thinking about you, Stan! I want to spend Christmas with you, too! Let's get out of here!

The two dogs raced for the door. Stan had nosed a toy in the space between the door and the wall, so he could easily nose it open. Then, the dogs raced down the hall, down the stairs, through the boiler room, and out the door.

"Come on, Princess!" yelled Stan, "I've got a special place to take you!"

Princess: I'm right behind you, Stan!

Stan and Princess raced across the road near the kennel, and into the woods, which was a shortcut home. To get home, they'd have to cross a large meadow, at the edge of the woods.

As they ran through the woods, miracle of miracles, snow started falling!

Princess: I love snow!

"Well, then let's have some fun!" yelled Stan, as they approached the meadow.

As they stared across the meadow, they saw it was completely covered in snow. From a grizzled, old, mountain man's cottage nearby, the song 'Walking in a Winter Wonderland' played, on the radio.

Stan stared at Princess, her beautiful eyes catching his gaze, and making his heart beat fast. 'A beautiful sight, I'm happy tonight…'

Princess playfully nipped his ear, and charged toward a snowy hill. Stan grinned, and took off after her. 'Walking in a winter wonderland…'

Stan play-bowed into the snow, causing a big puff of snow to fly into Princess's face. Princess licked her lips, trying to catch snow flurries on her tongue.

Stan ran up in front of her, trying to lick up snowflakes, too. He was right in front of Princess, and surprisingly, they ended up licking tongues.

Stan smiled, as Princess began to gently lick his ear. Soon, though, she'd taken off down a hill. Stan watched her, the sun shining in her eyes, the wind blowing through her coat. I love her, so much. Stan thought.

Avery and Tyler hid it, but Stan knew, they were both surprised that Stan could have such loving feelings, as a dog. No human would ever understand. He couldn't even put into words the explanation, or how much he loved her. All he knew was: Princess felt the same way.

Soon, the two dogs had dropped onto their back, rolling around in the snow. Princess let out a yip of glee, while Stan yelled, "Woo hoo!"

Stan shook his fur, and snow flew everywhere. Some landed in Princess's coat, making it shine like diamonds. No matter, Princess always looked beautiful to Stan, no adornment necessary.

Stan and Princess went over to a pine tree, and laid down. As they moved into a good place, they rustled the tree's branches, and an icicle dropped in front of them.

Princess delicately licked the icicle, then Stan gave it a big slurp. The icicle got stuck to his tongue. "They! Thy thung ith thtuck!"

Princess let out the equivalent of a doggie-giggle, and Stan grinned. Princess wrapped her slim muzzle around the icicle, and pulled it from Stan's tongue. "Ow!" yelped Stan.

Princess: Would this make you feel better? Princess started to lick Stan's cheek.

"Yeah, much better." Said Stan, with a sigh.

Princess: Is this where you wanted to take me?

Stan sighed. "No, and we took twice as long! Look at the sky, it must be, like, ten o' clock or something."

Princess thought about this, for a second.

Princess: You know, my humans don't get home until New Years. We still have time to get to our special spot!

Stan started to wag his tail. "Really?! YES!" Stan started jumping up and down, as Princess let out another doggie-laugh.

Princess: Let's go!

The two dogs took off across the field. Unfortunately, it was dark, and the snow had covered up scents. It took twice as long to get home.

By the time they got to the Stan's house, it was twelve o' clock.

Stan led Princess around to the back porch. "Princess." Said Stan, as Princess looked around. Creamy-white garlands and white Christmas lights were hung along the trellis and tables, and even roof. Poinsettias were in a vase on the table, and little golden ornaments hung on the decorative trees. "I wanted to give you a wonderful Christmas here, because this is the place where I proposed to you." Stan took a deep breath. "The place where I made the best decision in my life.

"Even if you can't speak, you always understand me. You never make me feel out of place, and that's because I know my place will always be at your side. And for that, I am eternally grateful."

Tears welled in Princess's eyes.

Princess: Oh, Stan…

"I love you, Princess." Said Stan, "Marrying you was the best thing I could've ever done. I want to spend this Christmas with you, and all the Christmas's after this."

Princess: There's nothing more I could ever want. Princess leaned in, and licked Stan's muzzle.

"Well," said Stan, "It's getting late. We should find a place to rest."

Stan pulled some chair cushions under an umbrella, to keep them out of the snow. Then, Stan curled up around Princess, and kept her warm, as they closed their eyes.

No sooner had they closed their eyes, were the dogs awoken by noises. Braying, to be exact. Then the whipping of reins, and finally jingle bells.

Stan and Princess ran out from under the umbrella, Princess putting her paw on Stan's.

Overhead, a great, red vehicle zipped through the air, a trail of golden sparkles following. "Whoa." Said Stan, as he stared at the sky. Princess nuzzled her head under his. "UFO."

Oh Stan, that's Santa' sleigh, not a UFO! (XD! I got that line from Santa Paws. I BELIEVE IN SANTA NO MATTER WHAT ANYONE ELSE SAYS!) Okay, I don't read from the Dog With a Blog archive, but I assume there are limited Stincess stories. So, I decided to make one, because I absolutely love these two! Question: Do any of you have guesses who T-Bob is? (I'll give you a hint, you'll find out soon.) So, what did you think? Tell me in the reviews! Bye!