Holidays

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?

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!