A real tree has always been a huge part of the holiday for my family and me. When I was growing up, it was picking out the perfect one at our friend’s tree farm. When we had our first place together, it was watching Jason lug a tree down Brighton Ave. and up the stairs to our third floor apartment, where our puppy tried to comprehend why something that was supposed to be outside was invading his living room. Now, this puppy is nine years old, and there are two new challenges (three counting our younger dog) to having a successful Christmas tree.
Calvin and Abel are currently in a phase that I call “Danger!” as I find myself saying it countless times as they somehow gravitate to everything that can possibly cause them harm or just general destruction, from wires that I didn’t realize were there, to the new ability to climb out of the bathtub faster than I can turn around to grab a washcloth. With this in mind, I had conceded that my tree this year would be of the Charlie Brown variety.
Luckily, we found that we could still get a pretty substantial tree while keeping it above their reach by setting it on a sturdy table that was just the right height. Should be perfectly safe, yes?
Nope. Turns out the tree skirt is the perfect length for grabbing. And with that, the old dog pen is going up around the tree.
If anyone has tips on how to be festive without endangering your children please share!