Thanksgiving
We spent time with family.
We watched football (on Friday we cheered for Texas A&M...thought they might pull-off the upset).
We walked barefoot through the mud and cold water on the lakeshore.
We couldn't go into the cabin until our feet were clean again, so we played fetch on the deck for a little while.
We played cribbage. Actually that was more me than Chloe, although I'm sure she wanted to play too.
We walked across the street to see the beautiful homes being built, and dreamed of someday living in one with a big backyard out in the country somewhere. The big backyard part of the dream was more Chloe's than mine. But I really wouldn't mind a big backyard.
We ate turkey. And yams. And mashed potatoes and gravy. And fruit salad. And some sort of strange broccoli dish. And apple pie for dessert. Yes, both of us. (spoiled rotten little mutt)
We tried to eat a turkey bone, but mom took it away too quickly. That was actually more Chloe than me. I don't eat turkey bones.
We took a long walk down to the falls and our neighbors mistakenly identified Chloe as a beagle. Silly people. All that turkey must have gone to their heads. It's obvious she's a bassett/black lab mix.
We took another long walk down to the Pines to buy a postcard to send to a friend far-far away. My friend, not Chloe's. Though I'm sure Chloe would like him just as much as I do and they would instantly be friends.
We slept.
We didn't want to come home. But we had a great time and will enjoy the memories.
(We look forward to going back up to the lake for Christmas!!)