Christmas this year was great, lots of friends and family...and entertaining moments, to say the least.
Christmas Eve was spent at Mom & Dad's, and yes...we cheated and opened up gifts early. I think the dog made out better than all of us combined (as usual)!
Christmas Day was met with friends, family of friends, my parents, my Goddaughter, a fantastic meal, more gifts, and a great time. There was, however, a bit of a detour in festivities for me. I spent what felt like 2 hours (but was probably 45 minutes) of the day in my friend's garage. The cast of characters were: Me, my dog, a roll of paper towels, hand sanitizer, and a fresh bottle of Pelligrino. Hey...in a pinch, you gotta whip out your MacGuyver skills.
Why was I spending this kind of "quality time" with my dog, in an opened garage, rain pouring and winds surprisingly howling for San Diego?
Despite these winter-esque (for San Diego) conditions (which...by the way...was a nice Christmas touch, as many agreed throughout the evening), said dog...in her infinite wisdom, decided to flop down in the wet grass, roll around and wiggle erratically. Dogs do these things sometimes, it's an entertaining mystery. Ok, so, she'll be a little damp. No big deal.
I didn't really think much of it until I noticed an odd scent coming from her general direction a few minutes later. Apparently her ginormous nose didn't warn her of the impending doom surrounding her attempts of...well, who knows what a dog is trying to accomplish when they go belly up in the yard. She was covered in, uhm, something...her chest, her back, her sides...oh boy. Merry Christmas.
Needless to say, she got another gift when we finally got home that night. A bath.
Here's my Goddaughter, obviously not very happy about the dog's choice of cologne.
Here's a nice close-up privacy-space-violation video of the dog enjoying one of her gifts.
[Title Image Credit: SouthPark]
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