Yesterday, I posted about dogs not taking down our Christmas tree (which thankfully still hasn't happened). I know many people would laugh at that fear, but being a dog owner for five + years now, I have reason to be fearful.
Our second Christmas in this house, we bought our tree at the hardware store, brought it home, and decorated it. It was beautiful! We took time to place every ornament in just the right place. Our lights twinkled. Ours was to be a happy Christmas. One day, I came home from work after Jeff to find that I was somehow to blame for the Christmas tree branches that Gilligan, our beagle, threw up. He had eaten them right off the tree. I quickly pointed out that I had just come home and the tree was eaten and thrown back up while Jeff was home and supposed to be watching the dog. That was the end of the story. Or so I thought. I then went to plug in the tree to discover an entire strand of lights out. I searched for the unconnected plug only to discover that it wasn't a disconnected plug, but a wire that had been chewed threw. Ala Christmas Vacation. Except, luckily, our tree had not been plugged in at the time of said chewing, so Gilligan survived. I was hot. At this point, Jeff sheepishly admitted he had come home and basically ignored the dog to water the tree and readjust a few ornaments and then went outside to clean up the yard. Have I ever mentioned that Gilligan can be extremely jealous? Especially of Jeff's attention. Knowing that his behavior had caused Gilligan's reaction, Jeff made plans for his day off (the next day) accordingly. When I came home the following day from work, the tree was redecorated with the damage strand of lights replaced (it required the complete removal of all lights and ornaments and their replacing) and nothing on the bottom third of the tree.
So, I accept as a part of life that my dogs might topple a Christmas tree or open a present or tear apart a stocking. In my house, these things just happen.
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