Charlie thought the Christmas tree was incredibly intriguing when we first brought it in the house. He walked all around it, sniffing and smelling, smelling and sniffing.

He checked out the top, he checked out the bottom, he stuck his head deep inside. He was so engaged, in fact, that it was almost impossible to turn the tree or tweak the positioning.

He soon lost interest, though, and disappeared. Maybe he thought I was going to make him help decorate?