Thanksgiving Belly Ache

Thanksgiving is over.  And I’m giving thanks for that!  I’m in the Dog House again.    

 

I was pretty sick for a couple of days.  No, it wasn’t ‘cuz I ate too much turkey.  I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but I will.  I ate Mom’s golf glove.  The whole thing.  Well except for that little ball marker that was snapped onto the glove?  I couldn’t swallow it, and that’s what Mom found in my mouth and that’s how she knew I did it.  She wasn’t really mad, but she didn’t have to be.  I was hurting anyway.  I couldn’t eat breakfast or dinner.   Take it from me.  You should NOT eat golf gloves.  They are NOT good to eat.  But there was a benefit – I’ve been getting chicken & rice for breakfast and dinner for the last three days.  Yummmmm. 

That’s not the only reason I’m in the Dog House, though.  Yesterday they left me in the bedroom while they went to practice tennis.  Mom forgot to hide all the pillows like she usually does, so I attacked her favorite pillow.  It has feathers.  Down Feathers.  Lovely Down Feathers!  I was in heaven!  But, she wasn’t happy when she came home;     

I could tell!


But I know she still loves me--she gave me peanut butter in my favorite bone when she and Dad had dinner.  She knows I love peanut butter.

                   

                                             You should try it,  peanut butter in bones is great!  Better than Turkey any day.  

I’m going to bed now.  I’ve got to get better quick so I can go back to my Dog Park.  Hope you all had a good Thanksgiving.  (Better than mine.) 

Love,  G

P.S.  We’ve been taking pictures for Christmas.  Just wait.