When Izzy and I walk our neighborhoods in our small town in North Carolina, most of the time the only things we need to worry about are other animals — skunks, raccoons, cats that tease Izzy unmercifully, and dogs (most are friendly, but there is that one Nasty Dog . . .). During the winter months, however, we also need to worry about . . . da da da duhhhhh . . . Horrendous Holiday Decorations.
Right after Thanksgiving, the decorations started going up. I always put my tree up the day of Thanksgiving, so Izzy’s used to seeing strange sparkly things in our living room, lights that blink, boxes that sing jingles, and packages that he can’t quite reach but would love to rip up. But seeing strange things on our walks, well that’s just simply and totally unacceptable to Mr. Izzy.
The day after Thanksgiving, he had to put up with our own doorway. His red eyes are an indication of his confusion about this sparkly gold and silver thing that suddenly impedes his way in and out of the front door.
And our next door neighbor followed suit with a door that Izzy likes quite a bit. It’s tastefully done and doesn’t scare him at all.
Around the corner, one of the local attorneys has a particularly lovely house and always an elegant display. This one is far enough from the street that Izzy doesn’t notice it (it’s one of those houses that’s not on his radar anyway, because they don’t have any furry animals he can greet during our forays around the neighborhood).
But there are others that he DOES notice, and the most obvious of them all is the house that was decorated so completely for Halloween. This house is home to an incredibly aggressive Chihuahua that has attacked both Izzy and me. We’ve run past the house many times in our attempt to get away from the little bugger.
The people who own the house have outdone themselves for Christmas, putting up so many blow-up figures and flashing lights and moving wire figures that I can’t possibly get them all in one photo. On the roof, there’s a penguin popping out of an igloo, three moving polar bears, and a Mickey Mouse Santa; on the lawn, there are at least 8 wire reindeer of various sizes and shapes, a sparkly Cinderella type sleigh and horse (replete with a plastic Santa stuck in the seat), a plastic 8-piece nativity set (the shepherd boy has a missing nose), and various Christmas trees, as well as an 8′ tall blow up Santa and matching Snowman. At one point, they had a wire figure of a moose alit with lights next to the Chihuaha’s pen. (Izzy looked at it, then back at me, as if to say, “What does a moose have to do with Christmas?”) but they removed that one. And I noticed when we walked at 6 AM this morning that they’ve just added a small wire pig dressed in a Santa outfit at the end of the walkway. This one is close enough to the sidewalk that Izzy cautiously stretched out his whole body until he was nose-to-nose with the brightly lit pig (that’s, ironically, the same size as he is). When he realized after tense moments of hyper-active sniffing that the figure wasn’t real and was utterly ridiculous on top of that (the question remains: what does a pig have to do with Christmas?), he pee’d on it. That’s a dog for you.