After we got home, we put up the Christmas tree.
Dad, move it a liiiiiitle to the left. No, a little more...
I'm gonna need some help with the top of the tree.
Looks just like me except I'm cuter.
Some dogs don't have the talent to hang their own ornament due to the lack of digits, but I do.
A miniature version of me. What more could you want?
(Basil actually seemed pretty stressed out by all the Christmas magic happening in the house. He also doesn't like wires. Since I was running around the house decorating, he was alert all the time too. Finally, I put him in his crate and covered it. He took a nice long nap.)