Christmas Decorating. Baaaaa humbug.

Baaaaaaaa humbug.  That's what I say about all this Christmas decorating.  I thought this was going to be FUN.  Little did I realize that Frodo and I would be sequestered in the hallway with a baby gate while my human made 192,000 trips to the storage closet downstairs where the Christmas decorations are stored.  Actually, that's not entirely true.  Many of the decorations are in the storage closet -and then there are things in OTHER closets as well.  And because she did not want Frodo and I opening EVERY box, we had to watch from the other room.  But get this - Bucket Head, the guy who eats ANYTHING was allowed to stay in the action zone.  Bucket Head!  Mind you, when my human tells him to LIE DOWN, he usually does.  She DID catch him chewing on a small piece of tissue paper that fell on the floor - but all in all he was very well behaved.  Guess you become more obedient when you are a SENIOR.

Relaxing amongst the chaos...

The best part of the decorating was listening to my human mumble and grumble about how much work decorating is.  Uh hello?  Maybe because she goes  BIT overboard in covering every horizontal surface in the house with Christmas tchotchkes.  Every surface except the floor that is.  Wait.  There IS stuff on the floor too.  She decorated two feather trees (some goose gave up his life a LONG time ago to become a Christmas decoration), she completed several miniature villages, she put up the manger (minus Baby Jesus who won't arrive until Christmas), AND she put up the dog tree.  Yes.  We have a dog tree.  Of course we do.  All of the ornaments are dogs or are dog related - like a fire hydrant - and the garlands are made from leashes.  

That's ME on the dog tree!

 

Frodo on the dog tree

Oh - and our show ribbons also decorate the dog tree too.  She started the marathon at 9AM, and didn't finish until suppertime.  I am NOT kidding.  And WAIT - there is more to come.  The REAL tree will probably be put up next weekend.  And we will AGAIN be sequestered as that tree has ALL glass ornaments.  

I must say, while my human loves the dog tree - her favorite part of decorating is putting out some very special Santas.  VERY special.  For many years, her father would carve a Santa for her and her sister.  No two are alike.  She has over 20 of them - and her sister does too.  Here is a special one that he did the year she got a Bernese named Guinness.  Paxton thinks it's him - and that's OK.  Because it's really ALL the Bernese she has ever been owned by.  We PONs never got to meet her Dad - but I think he would have liked us.  How could he not - we're POLISH after all.  And I KNOW we would have loved him...He loved dogs....

So Part 1 of the Christmas Explosion is complete.  Now to convince my human that she should take ME with her when she goes tree hunting.... Now wouldn't THAT be an adventure?!

©  Linda Wozniak