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So there is this annual event that has GOT to be my new favorite event–it’s called Thanksgiving and the humans call it a howliday. It went on and on in my mind and boy did I need a two-day nap after.

On a Sunday a couple weeks before the howliday, my primary human cooked this HUGE turkey. She said it was for the church Thanksgiving potluck. Boy, did it smell delicious. She and Aunt Thea took all sorts of plates, tablecloths, etc and said they had to set and decorate a table. Guess what they chose for a theme? PUGS!!! Yes, I was the main attraction. There were many who said, “I want to sit at the pug table.” They made sugar cookies in the shape of bones and hydrants and made “puppy chow” for the humans. There were even pug salt and pepper shakers and a picture of me!! How great is that?

The day before the “real” Thanksgiving my human started cooking. She made homemade Chex Mix. got fruit ready, and made 2 big egg casseroles. Thanksgiving morning, she and Aunt Bea went with the-human-that-brings-good-things-to-drink-to-the-firepits on a bike ride. When they came back breakfast was almost cooked, thanks to my-secondary-local-human (she’s getting easier to understand, btw). Then EVERYONE came over for breakfast. Wow!! Most of my favorite people and lots and lots of options to help clean up!! I was pretty content, it had been a great day, but there was still more to come.

After brunch, there was a quick clean up and then the beginnings of more turkey. This time there were 2 turkeys in 2 different ovens. My-secondary-local-human had to go borrow that fire-dude’s oven because we were out of space!! Just after it got dark, we went over to Aunt Bea’s house–HOLY COW–even MORE food. I was going from one human to the next hoping they would be messy. Most of them did pretty good (bummer!), but I did get a couple tasty morsels.

After dinner the younger ones went outside for some sort of tradition–I couldn’t wait to see. It was like gifts from the Big Dog In the Sky, manna from heaven, you get the picture. They had a whipped cream fight, but they just left it ALL on the GROUND!!!! What a waste! Well, I’m not one to look a gift whipped cream can in the mouth–I’m just going to PUT it in my mouth. Every time there was a bit of room (one doesn’t want to get stepped on in some undignified manner) I ran right into the middle and began snacking. When they got to close, I’d retreat until the next safe moment. I tell you, I had doggy dreams about that for days and anytime someone let me out, I’d run down there hoping for more!! (We won’t talk about the doggy “time outs” I got for not listening about staying in my yard.)

I wish ALL howlidays were like that or that we just had Thanksgiving more than once a year!!!