It is Thanksgiving Eve.
I baked a lot yesterday.
I baked a lot today.
And now it's time for bed.
It is Thanksgiving Day.
12:01 AM
November 26, 2009.
I finished cooking and cleaned up for the night
and headed for bed.
Beau and Junior have the better part of my bed.
This is Dixie's waking-up routine.
Along with four dogs,
three of which are extremely large,
we also have the pleasure of
Sir Dogwood Chandler's presence.
Daughter Hawthorne brought home a cat.
Dogwood, Junior, and Giada all live together
so they get along just fine.
Dixie is at the point now
where she just doesn't give a damn.
You could parade elephants through the house
and I don't think she'd bat an eye.
Dogwood is staying in Daughter Hawthorne's bedroom,
with the door closed.
While I was cooking Thanksgiving day,
I heard a commotion back in her room.
Seems that Beau had pushed the door open
and was getting ready to have him a Dogwood Sandwich.
Poor Dogwood was arched up with fur standing on end,
then Beau jumped after Dogwood,
Dogwood ran under the bed, I grabbed Beau,
pulling with all the strength I had,
yelling for the Hawthorne Children to get in there
and help.
Not to worry.
Dogwood is safe.
Just another day in the Hawthorne Household.
3 comments:
Junior looks as big as Dixie in pic 2! lol
is there a way you can send me the last video?
hahaha i love all the williams creatures
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