In addition to a regular Christmas tree, we had a minature one that we put on the coffee table. It sang and danced. Lacey was scared of it. It was motion activated. Lacey would bark like crazy whenever it would go off and jump like a mile in the air. Her last Christmas before she died, she got brave. She started slapping it with her paws.
The real Christmas tree never bothered her. She would lay on the rug underneath it and chew on her bone. And she loved opening her own gift on Christmas morning. All you had to do is say, "Lacey, go get your present" And she would go under the tree and start sniffing for hers. Once she got, she would start ripping the paper until she got it open. |