Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Meat is murder!!!! (Delicious, delicious murder)

So, turns out that the "bird" that mom and M.G. brought home for us wasn't a new family member at all....it was FOOD!!!

At first I was horrified. Then things started to smell muy delicioso en la cocina, so I got over the murder-aspect very quickly.

This is me, supervising in the kitchen.

There was a lot of cooking going on all day, so between the hullaballoo in the kitchen and all the smells tickling my nose, I didn't get to nap at all during the day like I'm used to.

Mom made these pictures of all of the humans and the dogs photoshopped as turkeys. They thought it was hysterical, but I didn't quite get it. I mean, I'm an Ewok....not a turkey! Mom is kind of a dork, but she saved me from a life of eternal pregnancy, so I let it slide.



<---Billy, who is pretty cool

Finally, everybody sat down and ate. And then ate some more. And then ate even more. And I didn't get ANYTHING! (Well, M.G. snuck me a fingertip of gravy from the table, but that was it!! Just a teaser, if you ask me!)

There were 6 humans (Matt, Morgan, Wade, Rebecca, M.G., and mom) and 6 dogs. Man, there was butt-sniffing going on alllll night! But no one tried to hump me, so it was all good. My usual friends were there (Jane, Billy, and Roxie) and of course my old man Chuck was there. But a new dog was there on Thanksgiving. Wade (Morgan's mate) brought over his dog, Rufus.

Charlie, my smelly ole' man----->

Boy, I had never seen anything like this Rufus before in my life!! He had legs that went for miles. I could walk right under him and not even bump him! And he had such a regal nose. My mom told me he is a Blue Tick Hound, but I don't know what she meant by that, since he wasn't blue, and didn't have any ticks at all.

<----Jane, who is pretty much a nervous wreck all the time




I was one smitten kitten.

I hope Rufus comes around more often. I dig his vibe.


Everyone kept talking about this Tip-Toe-Fan, and how it made them soooo sleepy. Now, I'm all for tiptoeing, especially when I'm trying to sneak up on a turkey platter, but I've never tiptoed enough that it made me pass out on the sofa like they did. They kept blaming it on the Tip-Toe-Fan, but I think they were all just tired from cooking food for 5 hours and then shoving it all in their faces within 20 minutes.



We had dessert at my house, and M.G. thought it would be funny to put whipped cream on all the dogs' noses and see if we could lick it off.
Roxie, who really likes to dump in my yard------>







<------C'est Moi, of course!



Billy got it stuck in his mane, Charlie was too dumb to even care what was going on, but Rufus...Rufus had a giant glob of whipped cream stuck right on his big, sexy nose, and his tongue kept lapping out of his mouth to get it off. Mmmmmmmm. I think I drooled a little bit just watching him.


I tried to entice Rufus back into my boudoir, but his humans left pretty soon, so I ended up going to bed alone. Oh well, maybe next time, mon cher.
All in all, Thanksgiving was pretty fun. The humans stuck around at home all day, which is always nice. There was lots of food, which is a plus. And napping, which I never, ever complain about. Ever.



--Wicket







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