Yes, one year I did. I sprayed on the Christmas tree. I felt obliged to do so, to keep myself feeling safe over the Christmas holiday.
The tree smelled of dog. DOG!
Apparently some passing canine had lifted its leg on the tree, while the tree was placed outdoors on the pavement. My human couldn't smell it: but to me it was a very strong odour.
Dog-smelling trees frighten me. So I cover up the enemy scent with my own scent. That's only fair.
So I did the only thing I could do, to stop myself feeling anxiety. And what was really painful was that my human did not understand.
Indeed, she became very upset. I couldn't explain to her. She shut me out of the room with the tree.
Life with humans has horribly unfair moments. This was one of them.
Luckily this year, the tree smelled OK.

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