Sitting in a room with two scholars arguing over divinity and science I couldn’t help but notice my pet dog lift his leg up to take a piss on our Christmas tree. I quickly interrupted the argument as we all sat and watched the dog pee on the tree and then kindly shake his leg. He then decided to go lay on the Christmas rug to look out the window and watch the snow fall.
This was a special moment. It was clear that it was in the dog’s nature to not care. Now that he’d pissed on the tree it was his territory and there was nothing we could do about it.
Noticing my two friends end their conversation we all decided to squash the debate and just enjoy the holidays.
The Christmas Dog.
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