Well, there certainly has been a lot going on this week.
We had the funeral for Grandma as you know, and I did my part by patiently waiting in my crate. It was the least I could do.
The next day or two brought forth a frenzy of cleaning and shopping. Thanksgiving was beckoning, and Dad had invited his brother and his family over to the house for dinner. Mom said I was going to have a special treat – meeting my nephews, aged 9 and 5.
Mom was a frenzy of worry. Not because of the housecleaning or cooking. She’s pretty much got that on lockdown. She was worried about the nephews, whom are noted for being terrors. Mom didn’t know how I would act around boisterous and aggressive children. I put my nose in her palm to tell her not to worry but of course, she didn’t listen.
Finally the doorbell rang. “Get the dog on the leash!” Mom hollered. Dad clicked the leash on my collar and presented me to the family. Of course, I greeting everyone with a whirling tail and lots of kisses. I admit I tried to jump, but Dad held me back.
Mom explained to the boys that the way to pet a dog is not to go over the top of the head, but to offer one’s hand below the chin. She told them that several times, but they still poked at my head, then jumped sky-high. I should mention, the boys are “cat people” and have two at home. So they were definitely not used to a 60 pound dog.
I patiently let them have their hijinks, and soon they were involved in a video game. I wandered (supervised, still on the leash) from adult to adult kissing and wagging hello. Then suddenly all the grownups got busy filling the chafing dishes that were on a long table. The next thing I knew, everyone was eating.
I took my usual place near Mom and begged a few scraps. Mom had waited to feed me so that I could have some leftovers with my kibble. Mom and Dad had brined a turkey and roasted a beef, but the star of the show was Dad’s hot tofu dish that everyone raved over and Uncle John could not get enough of. The tofu is Mom’s favorite holiday meal, but she ate lightly yesterday, saying that she was “saturated” from cooking so much.
Mom got little pieces of roast beef from everyone’s plate, and a small piece of turkey, and I feasted, too. It was delicious. I didn’t get any tofu, because Mom said she didn’t think that would agree with me.
Dad suggested Uncle John and he take me for a walk. I was delighted. They didn’t even use the “prong”. We went for a mile hike. I came home tired, but the company Sat and Stayed.
Hoo, boy, I was exhausted. I finally shoved some of the humans over and took Dad’s usual spot on the couch and just crashed. Everyone watched the football game (our team won), but the boys played a video game and kept themselves amused. Mom and Dad had bought crafts and clay for the kids, but they were too interested in their car chase to do any of that.
Finally, the big game was over, and one by one, the company drifted out. I missed saying goodbye to some of the family because I was sleeping, but I got up and yawned lazily to kiss Mike and Angel bye.
Erik went out shopping for Black Friday, and we finally hit the bed. It was great to see everyone. And of course, we all drank a toast to Grandma.
Woof! Happy Thanksgiving to all!