Have Yourself A Pavlovian Little Christmas

In the immortal words of Zuzu, 'Every time a bell rings, an angel gets its wings'...or a crab waves his big crabby claw, or a turtle gets its shell...or a

Jumbie kicks like a Rockette, or a lobstah rocks out, or a peacock shimmies its butt feathers...or a flamingo dances like a

flamenco, or Mu sighs, rolls her eyes, & dreams of a quiet nap space devoid of the incessant jingling currently going on at our house.
If she had thumbs, she'd surely be speed-dialing the SPCA & lodging a 'bell-borne complaint of abuse.'
After majoring in psychology (behavior modification among other things) in college & designing & making funny ornaments for a good bit of my adult life, I'm starting to believe the two seemingly unrelated things are merging in my weird little sea glass world in the guise of paired stimuli. Pavlov's bell-rings-inciting dog-plunging-head-in-food-bowl experiments are a little different in Mumuland.

1. Jingle bell sounds
2.  Mu huffs exhaustedly
3. I am compelled to start one of my West Wing DVDs
(I retrieve jingle bell from under sofa, where Mu wagged it)
4. Slurp of iced coffee
5. Twist, twist, twist
(I retrieve beads from under sofa, where Mu wagged them)
Twist, twist, clip, clip, clamp
6.  Voila!  An ornament appears.
7.  Mu demands I throw Mutu, her legs-of-unequal-lengths toy tiger.  The short leg issue is due to a stuffing-leaking, hand-sewing surgery incident on Mutu when Mu was a pup. It was traumatic, & she doesn't like to speak of it, so we choose to ignore Mutu's physical challenges).  Mu demands I throw Mutu 57 or 58 more times & chase her around the house before she'll settle & allow me to-
8.  Repeat.