The Christmas tree has been up less than 24 hours, and already the dog is trying to eat it.
We usually don't let our big old German Shepherd (who's only 14 months old) run around the house. He's either in his crate or tied up to the back door. My husband thought it would be a good idea to start letting him have a little freedom. I have to tell you, I'm really questioning the timing on this one. All of the Christmas stuff is up. You know, as well as I, that for a dog, it's all just too much of a temptation.
Anyway, I just happened to glance in the family room, and there he was, mouthing an ornament.
"Schultz!"
He looked at me with his big brown eyes.
"Don't even think about it."
He looked back at the tree. He looked at me. Then he grabbed an ornament and ran.
"Schultz!"
Bad dog! I guarantee Santa will be giving that varmint a big lump of coal!
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