I just realized that I never posted about this little incident when it happened a few weeks ago.
This was definitely one of the all time funniest moments this month so I figured it's not too late to share.
Anyway, a couple of weeks ago Ben and I took Trudy to All Paws Pet Center to see Santa Claus.
Yes, we're those people. Well, actually it's probably more like I am that person and I just have a loving husband who willingly joins me on these little adventures.
Anyway, I had the Trudesters all decked out in a giant red scarf and she looked just beautiful. Borderline noble, in fact.
There were a lot of dogs there, most of them acting crazy and pulling their owners around the store, but Trudy totally knows how to put on a show when she's out in public and she sat right beside us looking like a Purina model.
Everyone that walked by us stopped to comment on how pretty she was and how well behaved she was and of course, she proceeded to give them all grateful kisses and tail wags.
Finally, it was our turn to go see Santa.
We headed to the back room where he was. Trudy's tail was wagging non-stop - she knew that something was up. Ben even got a little bit excited when he peeked in the window and saw Mr. Claus.
Finally it was our turn and they called us into the room. Trudy darted inside and got so excited when the photographer said hi to her.
But then she saw him...
Or perhaps in her mind the scariest, creepiest, most terrifying bearded creature she's ever met.
We led her over to him and she was not having it. I handed Santa her leash and we told her to sit down, but she just stood there...frozen.
It took the photographer, Santa, Ben, and myself to push her little bum to the ground.
Ben and I quickly retreated to behind the camera where I jumped up and down like a stage mom trying to get her to give her classic "Trudy smile," while Ben squealed her name amidst his laughter and the photographer squeaked a toy. But she wasn't having it. She wouldn't even take the yummy treats that Santa was offering her (a don't take candy from strangers moment, perhaps?)
Anyway, she sat there for about 45 seconds before the photographer exclaimed, "I think we got one."
The second Santa let her go she flew across the room to me and Ben, where she couldn't stop squealing and wagging her tail.
So, we took her out to the lobby and soft-hearted Ben asked her what treats she wanted (yes, she got to choose). He felt that they were necessary to help her decompress after the traumatizing Santa experience.
Finally, they brought us our picture...
It's true what they say. A picture is worth a thousand words.
However, the first words that come to my mind are "sheer terror."
Keep in mind...this one was "the best one." Poor Trudes.
Maybe next year she'll be a bit more brave when she has her little sister with her.
Since the experience she seems to have recovered, so hopefully none of our budget will have to be put towards doggie psychiatry.
We love ya, Trudes!
Over and Out,
PS - Did you see that Trudy was a Daily Fluffy recently? Our little superstar!