Okay. Okay. Enough with the pictures and the laughing. I am completely underwhelmed by this outfit.
It's finally Hanukkah again! Mom made me some special dog food for dinner. I look forward to it every year.
They say you are what you eat, but I swear I ain't no turkey. Not no way, not no how.
That turkey looks so good! I know I could just reach out and flip it onto the floor. There is just one problem . . .
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?
