It's a time to be thankful. For turkey. It's a time of giving. Turkey. It's a time for gathering with family. And eating turkey. It's a time to celebrate the harvest. And ignore all vegetables in favor of turkey.I remember my first turkey like it was yesterday. I was a young pup, new to my family. All day I smelled it slowly cooking for me. It was the smell of heaven, of home, of the hunt. When it was out of the oven, I stayed very close to it all day, worshiping it for its glorious deliciousness. I slept there on the floor beside the counter upon which it rested, paying it the homage it deserved.
I am thankful this year for my family. I am not some jumpy, needy beast begging at the table for scraps. Instead, I rest easy on holidays, knowing my share is coming.
What about the kid you ask? Well, Ayla's stomach does not do well with the precious. She is allowed a tiny bite but most of the meat is given to me. Only to me. All for me. I am not usually this sort of dog who brags, hoards, savors. But you must understand, it's different with turkey.
I wish you all a Happy Turkey Day! Remember, it is a day of sharing.
P.S. Send all leftovers to me, care of Mom.
