The first year we had our dog, he was about 7 months old and he found a branch on our artificial tree that was just the right height for him to work with his molars while standing there. In the ten years since, he has shown no interest in the tree.
My best animal related Christmas tree story does not involve a pet, per se. We lived in a somewhat crummy apartment adjacent to a wooded lot. There was a flying squirrel that apparently like to sneak into our utility closet and try to steal some dog food or such. I don’t know why we didn’t just raise a stink with the management company, but we put up with it for a little bit.
One time I heard him (we named him Lester, not sure how we decided it was a male) and decided I had had enough. It was like 11 at night and I grabbed a broom, put the dog gates up and opened up the back door. My foolhardy plan was to chase him out the back and he would be so scared he wouldn’t come back. Again, I don’t know what I was thinking.
Things did not go quite as planned. I managed to get him out of the closet (after he jumped on me), but he was not interested in going out the back apparently and instead took a flying leap over the dog gates and headed straight for our tree!
At this point I was thinking I was dead meat. If he was in the tree it would be impossible to get him out, but we couldn’t sleep with a squirrel running around the house. Much to my relief he wasn’t in the tree but merely hiding behind some presents under it. We managed to arrange a sofa to create a chute from the tree to the front door. This time it actually worked and the last we saw of him was taking a flying leap out the front door.
After that we cleared all interesting items out of the closet and we never had another problem.