Holidays

This is our new friend, Tom. We are helping him run away from home.

I'm not sure about this. If I'm going to have a turkey anywhere near my head I think I should be able to eat it.

Happy? You have heard of me before, haven't you?

Okay, so it's Thanksgiving. So why do I have to play the turkey?

Thanksgiving is coming soon and I've got my turkey feathers on. Yep. I'm a turkey dog!

Today I helped Mom decorate the house for Thanksgiving. She was so proud of me!

Okay. I'm a Tur-Pug. I get the idea of the turkey costume because of Thanksgiving, but we still have a week to go!

I think that Mom has lost a couple of marbles and now thinks she is some kind of mad scientist.