Dotty Parker

thanks

I'm with BrilliantEditor's family this Thanksgiving. It's always a tasty treat to be here. Lying on the couch, Sprocket is curled into the angle of my bent legs. I can hear her breathing, slowly working her way into an almighty snore

Spring is currently silent. She waits for activity. She waits patiently.

A few Thanksgivings ago, BE and I went to see Dr.Dad's sister for dinner. That's a bit of a tradition. It's also a tradtion to go deer hunting. With all the brouhaha about hunters getting shot or shooting at hunters, I thought I'd include a little morsel of tasty irreverence.

These are pictures of Thanksgiving and winter in general. In the top bit, Spring and Sprocket are chasing away deer. On the right is Dr.Dad with two dead deer in the back (long story). Spring tried to lick them.

Now there is a photo of Spring perched on the back of MMMs couch. Spring looks lovely and concerned. That is the BEFORE picture.

Now there is a photo of two turkey legs. Spring snuck up into a chair that had been pushed in, squizzled herself around, got the turkey leg, and then dropped it on the ground. I think it was too heavy for her; I think she assumed that the leg wouldn't weigh that much. That was our first Thanksgiving with Spring.

But you can see how ashamed of herself she was. The AFTER picture. Sort of. MMM gave her all of the turkey on that leg and then some.

Sprocket's been a bit more reserved, but reports that smelling turkey is a very fine thing all on its own. Tasting it is finer, but she says fine is just fine.

Posted by dotty at November 24, 2004 08:22 PM