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<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>A Daily Drool Classic from 2001 -- available in
print in the book YOU HAD ME AT AHROOO, with all profits going to BROOD and
House of Puddles -- <A
href="http://www.fortheloveofdog.net">www.fortheloveofdog.net</A>.
Enjoy!</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Ahrooos everyone! Beth asked us to post about
Annie’s first Thanksgiving with us last year. Anastasia (Annie) is an Ohio
Basset Rescue dog; her gotcha day was May 2, 1999 (BIG thank you OBR!), and she
was 10 months old when we rescued her. On with the story …</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2><BR>We invited several guests for Thanksgiving last
year. I was putting the final touches on the table and had just pulled the
turkey out of the oven. It was a gorgeous bird—in fact, the best job I’ve ever
done, if I do say so myself! I placed the turkey on the table and was finishing
last-minute preparations when the doorbell rang. My hubby (football addict) was
glued to the TV. I got his attention, after repeated fake emergencies (house is
on fire, etc.), leaving strict instructions to guard the bird with his life
while I answered the door, just in case our little Annie got curious. Annie was
behaving so well. She lay on the floor, sleeping amid all the commotion and
wonderful smells.</FONT></DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>
<DIV><BR>I answered the door and greeted the guests, and as we were approaching
the dining room, we heard the strangest noises. “THUD, MARF! THUMP, MARF, BANG!”
We entered the dining room to find my husband jumping up and down because his
team scored a touchdown and Annie running up and down the hallway with the
turkey on her head, wings a flappin’ and stuffing a flyin’. The more she ran,
the faster the turkey wings flapped. Her bark from beneath the turkey was a
muffled “MARF! MARF!” She was running into the walls and doors trying to escape
this big monster on her poor head. I doubled over with laughter, slid down the
wall holding my sides, and my hubby actually joined me, tearing himself away
from his game. I wrestled Annie to the ground, removed that mean old turkey, and
all we could see were her beautiful brown eyes staring at us from beneath the
stuffing, which was caked on her face and coming out of her ears and onto the
floor. I cleaned her up, still crying from laughter while Annie was trying to
attack the turkey on the counter for trying to eat her. The guests were not
amused. We dined at a local restaurant, and Annie got to eat some healthy slices
of turkey before I tossed it in the trash. I cleaned stuffing from her ears for
weeks and still have turkey grease spots on the walls and doors. I hope this
Thanksgiving is a little less traumatic for our little girl. Maybe we’ll just go
to a restaurant this year. Happy Turkey Day everyone!</DIV>
<DIV><BR>Posted to the Daily Drool each Thanksgiving</FONT></DIV></BODY></HTML>