It's really, REALLY Christmas time Mom? That time of year when you move my crate and freak me the hell out to put up a monstrous tree in it's place??? And stick packages I know are for me underneath it and then forever it's "Wait, Veronica, wait, no, leave it Veronica, not now Veronica" until you arbitrarily decide one day after years of torture that I can rip apart the packages and get the goodies!!!! And what's with the new thing stuck over my head?? I know it has dog toys in it; I can SMELL them, you're not fooling anyone!! And of course I get my own "special tree"; the humans are sooo proud. Harumph, what good is it; no one interesting has even peed on it. It smells like cardboard and plastic. Probably bad for the environment. Oh WAIT! I remember what it's good for. Dog torture. Don't think I didn't see the elf costume, the antlers and the santa hat sitting in the wash room. Jerks think they can exploit you and then pay you off with a cheap bit of cookie. Tis the season!!!!!!