Dad and I and Snickers went to get the Christmas tree this weekend. We drove to the foothills of the Santa Cruz mountains, where they have a few tree places.
Helpful suggestion: Do not take your dog to go tree searching for you.
Snickers likes Dad better than me, and he's scared that Dad will run away and never come back. So when Dad and I split up to search for trees, Snickers kept pulling me backwards to chase after Dad.
Plus, he's smaller than I am, so he can slip through the bottoms of trees, whereas I get smacked in the face with the branches. It wasn't all that bad, though. We got a nice tree, and we even helped out someone who was stuck in the mud get his car working again.
Here's a Phoenix Wright Christmas video I made for everyone: