We haven’t been out much given that the weather has been so vile of late, that and I’ve spent the past fortnight suffering with sinusitis so severe that I felt much-like I’d taken a hit from a frying pan to the face. I have therefore opted to share a rather sweet shot taken earlier this week, a photo of our beautiful basset hound Maisy sat by the Christmas tree, her first Christmas tree to be precise.
This you see will be Maisy’s first Christmas, she’s only ten months old and whilst we are quite accustomed to decorating the house with baubles, tinsels and all kinds of glittery and glamorous Christmas delights, our dog isn’t entirely sure what it’s all about.
Bless her, Maisy is a pretty laid back little lady -she’s down right lazy to be honest. However, all this festive fussing is rather perplexing for our pooch and she’s spent the past week not quite sure what to do with herself. Is it right for her to bite the baubles? Perhaps not… Is it ok for her to suck the stockings? No, no … most definitely not. In that case, what’s the point in all this pretty stuff which is hanging around the house?
This time thirteen years ago, our Molly was in exactly the same predicament. She hadn’t a clue what all the baubles and bits were for and spent the majority of her time trying to destroy the decorations which certainly kept us on our toes.
Molly took a liking to one particular decoration, a snow-effect, fluffy bauble. Whilst she chewed the majority of the fur from the ball, I held onto this decoration as a memory and having hung it out of sight from visitors at the back the tree Maisy took no time to at all to locate the very same bauble and to inspect it for herself. I will continue to re-hang this rather distressed and dented decoration, I don’t care how chewed or mangled it may be – it’s a memory which I will forever hold close to my heart.
“O Christmas tree, o Christmas tree
How lovely are thy branches
O Christmas tree, o Christmas tree
How lovely are thy branches”