Last Christmas, Angus was a wee puppy getting into whatever mischief he could reach. If you know anything about wheaten terriers, you know they typically take at least three years to grow out of their insufferable puppy stage. I keep telling myself, one day he will become a great companion just like our Sandy. Until then, I’m keeping the decorating simple, which means no Christmas tree again this year. Instead I’m decorating Christmas in plaid with stockings, pillows, plates, napkins, ribbons and a bunting.
I forgot what its like to survive the holiday season with a puppy. Maybe a better description of wee Angus, would be a furry wrecking ball. The challenge of decorating has definitely moved up a notch. It’s as if I’m caught up in a “Mission: Impossible” dream. Should I choose to accept the mission, no telling what will self destruct within 5 seconds.