Today is December 1 so we're all thinking about what's in store for our annual Christmas expedition to St. Loulis later this month. But there are still a few November details to clear up -- such as how we spent Thanksgiving.
I, Just Harry, for one wasn't too sure what was in store for us. From Tuesday on, we kept smelling good things -- and doing our usual kitchen patrol. But -- horrors -- nothing dropped to the floor. Not the vegetables being chopped for roasting. Not the sausage being crumbled or the chestnuts being halved for the stuffing. Not the sweet potatoes being mashed. Not the canned pumpkin for the pie (although we did get a bit of pumpkin later). Not the cranberries or nuts or raisins for the sauce. And not the turkey. Bummer. But we're used to it. I've had a chronic urinary problem for over a year so Cruella is very careful about what I get to snack on. And since we live in an equal opportunity household, Jakey has to follow the same pattern -- except he eats different kibble.
Nevertheless, when Mom set the table and added the placecards for everyone, why there we were!!! Relieved, I decided to watch the dog show until our guests arrived and the festivities began. (Sadly, if you blinked, you missed the WFT best of breed; but lots of our friends got some good airtime -- incuding "the king of the terriers," a smart-looking airedale.)
So, although I can't report that we were regaled with yummy foods, we did get a place at the table -- and lots of love and scritches. And for that, along with the good wishes of all our friends, we are very thankful.
And now, on to Christmas planning!
Not happy. Sulking in fact.
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