No Christmas spirit, no Christmas spirit at all

I know that stress sometimes can be transferred to animals, but I didn't think it'd come in the form of chewing through a strand of Christmas lights.

Idiot.

Luckily, it wasn't plugged in. But I could've lit that dog up when I walked in the room to turn on the tree and found -- what's this? -- the plug lying across the living room, copper wire exposed from its green plastic, the caution tags irresponsibly ignored and wet with dog spit, balled up on the rug.

What? Who DOES that? What a tool. And of course the strand was on the tree, the tree he pretty well ignored til this point, so Dave got the merry job of buying another strand and re-decorating our tree so we could light it again.

What did Big get? He got to wear the sweater. And when he wears the sweater? He pouts on the couch for hours. YEAH. TAKE THAT, DOG.