It’s a very Petey Christmas.

Petey has his very own Christmas tree this year, y’all. Seriously. Just ask him.

Originally, we bought it for the whole family. Silly, I know, because what’s Petey’s is Petey’s, and what’s ours is Petey’s. A beautiful 10-foot tree that will barely fit in our house is a no-brainer: Petey’s.

Once we got it home, we decorated it for him with his chew toys, those things more commonly known as ornaments. He loved them. He especially loved the tiny nest of Christmas Cardinals, Eric’s favorite ornament and his favorite birds.

We filled it with water, so that when his wittle mouth gets dry from pulverizing and eviscerating ornaments he can take a cool, refreshing drink.

We even laid a luscious velvet tree skirt under it. Petey likes nothing better than a spontaneous nap when he’s all tuckered out from ornament munching. Its position is appropriate, since, duh, it’s his tree and he needs to stay close to guard it.

Life is good when you’re Petey.




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edit biographydelete Biography Pamela writes overly long e-mails and the What Doesn't Kill You romantic mysteries from deep in the heart of Nowheresville, TX and way up in the frozen north of Snowheresville, WY. Pamela is passionate about hiking with her hunky husband and pack of rescue dogs (and an occasional goat and donkey), riding her gigantic horses, experimenting with her Keurig, and traveling in the Bookmobile.

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  1. May I just say how wonderful it is to see that the loving people Petey owns are taking SUCH good care of him? Especially to give him his very own Xmas tree – I mean, how special is that? I highly recommend not hanging doggy treats tho or he will be wearing the tree. GREAT post!!

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