We'd had Henry for three weeks when Christmas was upon us.
We had deffered putting up the tree for as long as possible as we just knew that we would be wakened in the dead of night to the sound of it crashing to the floor with a dog in the middle of it, but we could put it off no more. This was to be the first Christmas in this house so the first thing we had to do was locate the tree and decorations. Henry of course was very interested in all of this and followed us around while we tried to find the boxes.
We live in a rather old cottage where the upstairs rooms are part of the roof, this means that there is a sort of tunnel which runs around the rooms upstairs, all around the upper part of the house. We found the tree and deccorations just inside one of the hatches to the tunnel. We also saw a stripey tail disappearing into the tunnel once we'd pulled the boxes out.
Thankfully we managed to catch hold of Henrys tail just before it completely disappeared and managed to pull him back through the hatch - I had visions of calling the fire brigade and of them crawling round and round the roof of the house while Henry ran round and round just ahead of them, that and it all being filmed by Animal Rescue and being made to feel like a bad pet owner.
Putting the tree up was actually not quite as bad as we expected. Henry and also Molly kept putting their heads into boxes and trying to work out what was going on but all in all they took to having a mini part of the forest outside all in their stride.
Night time was also a bit of a suprise as the tree remained standing, the decorations along the fireplace had all been removed and thrown around the living room, killed and then left but apart from that we were very very pleased. Fergus always used to wee up the Christmas tree in his efforts to continually terrorise Other Half and we had remembered to unplug all the lights, just in case!
Things were looking promising for Christmas yey!
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