A cat, a Rottie, and Christmas (BAD COMBO)
Max at Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house not a person was stirring not even a mouse, but what about the dog and cat? Hmmm. Oh they were stirring alright.
One Christmas Eve Kyle (my son), Max (my Rottweiler dog), and I went to the nearest Christmas tree farm to purchase a tree. When we returned home we spent 4 hours carefully decorating the tree with my trusty companion Max and his side kick Christina (cat) watching.
Now looking back, I believe they were plotting their destruction. I tucked my son in bed and then proceeded to finish wrapping my son's presents and placed them under the tree. At this time it was about 3 am and I was tired.
Around 7am my son came in my room crying, saying that Santa must be mad at him. I asked him what was he talking about and he said that the tree is destroyed and that all his presents were unwrapped and scattered about.
I went out into the living room and couldn't believe what I saw; wrapping paper, tree decorations, and clothes were scattered all around the house. It looked like a tornado hit my living room. I couldn't even imagine who could of done this, until my Rottie turned around to walk away. This is when I noticed a piece of wrapping paper stuck to his butt. Guilty as charged.
Now what about the cat. Well, the cat was caught still in the tree trying to get a glass ball decoration, that she must have missed earlier.
Trying to hold back the laughter and from wetting my pants, I explained to my son that Santa is not mad at him and that Max and Christina decided to help him unwrap the presents so he would be able to play with his toys faster.
After I finished cleaning up, I noticed that Max and Christina were both comfortably sleeping on the couch. They must of had one heck of a night. LMAO