Today was Duncan's first experience with cutting a Christmas tree. It's hard to believe that he hasn't gone before, since it's been a (nearly) annual tradition with us since for close to 30 years! But two years ago, he was a broken-legged puppy who was having an off-day. And last year, thanks to a series of bad-weather weekends and the big ice storm, we actually had to stoop to buying a pre-cut tree.
It was a drizzly, muddy day, which meant that the tree farm had endless fascinating smells. Duncan ran from one tree to another, and sniffed every patch of mud within reach:
It took a while, but eventually we found a tree that everyone liked. Duncan thought Megan was acting rather oddly, though:
He forgave her for her strange behaviour once Dad and Evan lugged the tree away, and he could get back to exploring and sniffing around.
Luckily, we brought several large towels along, because he got very muddy! But he seems to have had a great time.
Next weekend, after Erin gets home, we'll put the tree up and decorate it. What will Duncan think of that?
Update: After such a busy morning, Duncan is spending the afternoon sleeping off the excitement:
Mud + naps sounds like an ideal day!
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