Well, the inevitable had to happen and tonight it did. Even after last Saturday when I defended her honor against having being referred to as a Pit Bull, ABBY just could not resist in doing something that made me want to wring her neck. Earlier this evening some friends of mine and I went out to do some X-mas shopping and eat out afterwards. Not being able to take her along with us, I left her at the house entrusting her to be on her best behavior. Little did I know, my expectations could not have been more wrong. What WAS I thinking? When we returned a few hours later, I stepped through the front door and found that she had had her own agenda planned for the evening, and it probably commenced as soon we got backed up and out of the driveway. It seems that she wasn't all that enthused about my decorating skills of the X-mas tree. Her idea was that it shouldn't be standing, but on its side, spread out all across the living room floor. There was tree garland, artificial tree branches, ornaments, and icicles scattered from here to China. And to beat Dixie, she was standing in middle of it all just wiggling her little butt off. She was so proud of herself. But her joy and elation didn't last very long. I was so ticked off at her that I couldn't see straight and she knew that her redecorating efforts were not at all appreciated, just by the the way that I looked at her. I didn't have to say a word to her, although I was thinking of a choice few. She immediately tucked her nub and headed for the nearest place to hide. You know, I think she'd learn to behave and not act like a two year old child just because she doesn't get to go with Daddy everytime he goes somewhere. Gee whiz!