Jenny, here. Bringing you a blog post. Why? Because my Alpha-Mom is too dang lazy to do one herself today. In fact, she says she's just going to sit and knit. All day. Because she is Worn Out, and full of cranberries.
I thought I'd tell you what Thanksgiving looks like from a dog's perspective. It looks like. . . wishful thinking.
I mean, the smells in this house have been insane for days. There was the brining process. They know I love turkey.
And the chopping and cooking. Going on all the time. They know I love apples.
And then, there was the table bursting with food. All at nose level. They know I love this stuff.
And Erin waved a turkey leg around. . . right where I could smell it.
I had to be hyper-vigilant for the whole meal. I mean, you never know when something might drop! (I'm telling you, no one needed to vacuum the dining room floor after dinner.)
It was such a relief when the food was put away and I got some turkey for myself. And a little pumpkin pie (that was my own doing; I mean, it was just sitting there. . . unattended). I collapsed when the whole family gathered to watch "The Muppets Christmas Carol."
Apparently, this is a time-honored tradition from waaaaaay back (before my time). It's a bit obnoxious -- because the whole family says all the good lines along with the movie. (And there are no dogs in it. I think it would be better if the Muppets were more dog-friendly.)
Today, though, I am celebrating. I had no idea that we black labs had a day all our own! Black Friday! I think it might mean that I'm in for another piece of pumpkin pie!