Snowflakes.

So my human has put a serious dent in the Christmas decorating explosion.  Although she vowed she was not putting out as much "stuff" as usual, it still looks quite a bit like a scene from the Griswold's Christmas vacation.  Inside.  We've got enough Santas, elves, tiny houses and bottle brush trees to stock ten aisles at Walmart.  OK.  Maybe not exactly ten aisles.  Try twelve.  She hasn't put up the "real tree" yet - maybe next weekend.  She SAID she will get a smaller tree this year.  SURE she will.  After she finished the indoor explosion, she decided to put a few things outdoors.  Off she marched into the woods with her clippers - while we canines screamed at her from the back deck.   After she finished, she took each of us out (on leash) to show us her handiwork.  Einstein and I could not have cared less.  We just wanted to pee on the big container with all the branches and berries.  And we pretty much ignored the rest of the stuff.  And then it was the FG's turn to go out...

The FG rarely barks - relative to us PONs.  And when he does, it is this weeny, squeaky, come-play- with-me bark.  However, when he went outside and spotted these snowflakes that my human hung in a few trees and bushes - well the bark that came out of him was one like I have never heard before.  It was like a LION.  Actually maybe I did hear that bark once before - at the scary garbage can.  Anyway, he sure let those snowflakes know who is boss...

So the FG is turning into a real guard dog.  As long as the burglars are wearing snowflake suits.  And pushing a garbage can.  Ya gotta love him...

Have a good one.  Peace and paws up!