Happy Thanksgiving

Let me start by saying Happy Thanksgiving to everyone.

I do love Thanksgiving. Being with family, just enjoying the day and each others company. And of course the food, how can you not love the food. But what I love most about Thanksgiving is the leftovers. For me, turkey always tastes better the day after. My Friday after Thanksgiving starts with me rising in the early a.m. to do my Black Friday shopping. And then return home for a great turkey sandwich lunch. But one year it did not work out that way.

We had a beagle named Charlie. He was a good dog most of the time. But that 1% of the time, he was the devil dog in disguise. We had just finished a morning of shopping and was coming home to enjoy some leftover turkey. As soon as we opened the door, we knew something was seriously wrong. No we had not been robbed, it was worse then that. Charlie had gotten into the refrigerator again. Yes again, this was not the first time.

See we had this old refrigerator and if Charlie rubbed his nose the right way between the door and frig, it would pop open. Well inside that fridge was 2 tubberwares full of my grandmother's turkey. Possibly the best turkey under the sun. I love the white meat, my husband is a dark me guy. But getting back to my story. We had walked into the house and to our horror we say tubberware ripped apart all over the floor.

This dog somehow was able to get 2 tubberware containers open. What was worse was the turkey was all gone. The one tubberware containing all the white meat had nothing left in it, the tubberware containing all the dark meat had nothing left. How could this be? How could a 40 lb dog eat all that turkey? And the next question was, where were the bones? Did he eat the whole turkey leg, including the bone? It could not be possible. Could it?

Well all we had to do was look at Charlie to get our answer. Our 40 lb beagle now looked like a keg barrel with feet. That dog was big, round and no longer walked, he waddled like he was nine months pregnant with triplets. My next thought was, can't eating all that turkey kill a dog. No not my beagle, for he was a special dog with special eating powers.

For the next week this barrel of a dog waddled around. When he went out to do his business, he couldn't hunch over to poop, so he just walked as it fell out of his behind. He even pooped out a few bones. Needless to say Charlie lived to see another day and kept getting into the fridge and eating whatever his little heart desired.

All I remember is that was the year without leftovers.

Charlie has since passed on, and believe it or not, it was not from overeating. He will be missed this Thanksgiving, but at least I know, my turkey sandwich is safe.

Happy Thanksgiving!