So I have now completed month 1 of my new job, and have (barely) survived the holidays. Here it is, January 5th, and I actually took down all the Christmas decorations and the ornaments from the tree – all I have left is the lights and the old girl can make her way down to the curb to become mulch. I’m quite proud of this actually, as my usual modus operandi is mid-January at its best.
Of course, I can’t really take the credit for the speedy takedown. No siree, that credit goes to Clifford, our German Shorthaired Nut, er, I mean, Pointer. Within 1 day of the tree being up he ate 2 ornaments. Two of my favorite ornaments actually. One that my daughter made in kindergarten, and one beautiful molded beeswax ornament we’ve had for, oh, 10 years or so. As a result, he celebrated Christmas either tied up or crated, because he has figured out how to open up the doorway between the kitchen and dining/living room, where the tree is.
Why, oh why, couldn’t we have ended up with a stupid dog? Most dogs are dumb, but no, we end up with little Mr. Einstein, who figures out all kinds of devious ways to get in trouble.
Hubby’s cousin Joel and his family stayed with us through the holidays, and kind of gave us a hard time about Clifford’s confinement. So Joel, who fancies himself another Dog Whisperer, takes it upon himself to “manage” Clifford. Let’s just say after about 10 minutes he gave up and said, “that dog’s nuts” and put him back in the crate.
His only saving grace is he’s so cute, with beautiful soft brown eyes. I swear that dog was a human once, who didn’t grasp humility in a past life so was forced to come back as a dog. Unfortunately, he STILL doesn’t grasp humility part.