Only problem? Sam forgot to put Skipper's Gentle Leader collar on him. Skipper has a tendency to pull and a 93 lb. Newfie puppy exerts a lot of pull. It got...interesting, especially since I have one wrist in a brace. So I gleefully passed the leash over to Sam to let him get hauled along.
The fellow at the tree farm thought Skipper was a hoot. We went all over the field looking for just the right tree and finally found it. Matthew went off to get one of the tree carts, a kind of single-shaft sulky affair. Sam cut the tree, we loaded it onto the cart. and for a laugh (and because we thought it would slow Skipper down), we wrapped the end of the leash around the handle, joking that Skipper could help us pull.
Turned out we helped him. He took off and was having a great time. The owner could see us and was laughing. Then Matthew was dancing in front of us, trying to tell us something, but we were moving so fast we almost ran him down when he suddenly stopped. He kept pointing behind us.
So we looked. And there was our tree, lying on the ground a good twenty to thirty feet behind us. We'd set off at such a pace, it had gracefully slid off the open back of the cart and we were none the wiser. I'm afraid I laughed my butt off as poor Sam went back to retrieve the tree while I held on to Skipper; the fool puppy was having a great time and wanted to keep going.
Eventually we got the tree loaded and safely home and set up. And no, we did not let Skipper pull it into the house. He probably would've decided it belonged upstairs. The scary part is that he might well have been able to do it.
New resolution (and it's not even New Year's Eve!): do not leave home without the Gentle Leader. Ever.
Here's Matthew pouring water into the tree stand.
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