Christmas in Brighton, MA

Every weekend is like Christmas for Mustard. He is just SO PSYCHED that we are there with him... and won't let us rest until we take him to the dog park.

Today after an hour there, we returned home... and he was 'treated' to a bath, and I sloppily quilted him a stocking (on the left):

And then, because I'm obsessed with him, I made him pose in front of the Christmas tree. Let this be an apology to my future children for all the photos I will take of them one day.

 He's not the only one who dressed up for the holidays... ;-)

Update: Mustard by the fire!

A rough life.