See for yourself.
First, she started out very happy with her new Santa hat (that she tried to eat about 30 seconds prior.)
She struck a few poses, looking all purdy for the camera. Still pretty content with the hat, though it was tough to get a picture without her trying to eat the ball she realized was firmly attached to the end.
It isn't long before she begins to tire of the hat.
"...Oh what joy does she get from such torment?"
Then she pulls the, "Fine, I'll just sit here and look sad so your pictures aren't as cute anymore" look and she wins. I tell her to go.
Relieved, she tastes freedom and shakes free of that awful hat.
Man, I love that dog. I can't even imagine how much I'm going to love my own kid if I can feel this much for a furry, four legged lick monster. And, to show that I also humiliate myself, and to give Bella (who hates it immesely) a little bit of shutter time, I shall throw in this one for good measure. Merry Christmas, everyone!