The Hawthorne Household.

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.

I wake up Thanksgiving morning about 6:30 AM. Junior and Dixie are in close proximity.

Dixie allows Junior on the bed. At arm's length.

Dixie tolerates Junior. She despises him the least of the 3 offspring doggies.

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.