Santa Delivered. Winnie Destroyed.

Christmas this year came with a co-pilot, four very short legs, and absolutely no concept of moderation. Winnie, my mini dachshund, traveled out of county with me and fully committed to the holiday spirit. While I packed the usual human essentials, Winnie arrived with one goal in mind: celebrate everything. Every room. Every snack. Every person who made the mistake of sitting down.

Winnie is firmly convinced that Christmas is her season, and honestly, she makes a compelling case. Santa knew exactly where to find her this year, and he did not disappoint. Christmas morning brought tennis balls,...