Once again, it's Christmas season, and time for Thor's annual shopping trip. Yes, he's gone to Petsmart once or twice, but he's confused by the very small animals hanging around - Thor only has two guinea pigs, after all, and no one puts them on a leash - and evidently some animals are, ahem, less than mannerly in the store, which upsets Thor.
But he does like to go to the tree farm.
Thor gets really excited when we get his harness out for him. Yes, folks, it's a pony harness. What else would a dog wear?
There was a lot of inspecting of trees to be done, along with visiting the reindeer to remind them who's the superior being. One large WOOF suffices for this. Note: It was raining out, and there was no way I was tromping around outside, in the rain. I stayed in the barn.
It's really good to visit a retail establishment where the employees understand that they must truly communicate with the customers. This guy has two Saint Bernards, and evidently speaks fluent Big Dog.
While Thor's hind end has to be lifted into the 4WD Suburban, he hops right out. Hey, no laughing. He may be a big dog, but the floor of that car is a good 3" above the top of my knee. And a guy with a bum back leg needs a little help now and again.
In the end, the joke was on poor Mark, whose brothers convinced him he had to hold the bundled tree upright in the family room until they got the stand, so the branches wouldn't get wrinkled.
Yes, you have permission to try to pull this off on one of your family members.
Happy Dogs on Thursday!