16 years ago today Our Golden Retriever "Beau" had enough with this guy.
Sorry...That darn Beau:
Tales from past Holidays:
He must have snapped today... is all I can figure
out. He hated him anyway. I guess I should have
placed poor Santa out of Beau's reach, instead of
eye level on the coffee table. I suppose the
combination of temptation and loathing was too
much. Not to mention the jolly little fatman would break
into song with any loud external sound or a nudge.
He was one of those vibrating, rock Santa's that
would belt out "Santa Claus is coming to Town"
behind a loud guitar rock theme. Beau would poke
him in the belly with his nose just enough to set
off the player. Then he would back up, and bark
and growl until Santa stopped spinning and singing.
Red and white fuzz, a pair of tiny plastic Raybans,
and a disemboweled voicebox is all that is left.