Naughty or Nice

     I felt as if our Thanksgiving might became the  "Cheers" Thanksgiving episode my mum showed me. It seemed like the turkey was taking forever to cook and I was chowing down on cheese and crackers and nuts. We were at the table with no turkey on the verge of a food fight. Fortunately, mum was able to save the turkey and no one was left with gravy on their face. I want to thank mum for the Thanksgiving dinner. The turkey was delicious and the green beans were exceptional. I discovered I prefer my pumpkin pie without whip cream. The sled dogs enjoyed their dinner, too.  
     With the week off I was able to build a fort. I have good and bad news. "Hurricane Hoover" was held at bay. But "Dad the Destroyer" came and wrecked the fort in a fight during a Nerf war. Oh well, it would have to be done anyway. I'm glad I got the job partially done. 
     Rascal the husky at the shelter now could get adopted! When we were there Saturday, there were two people who completed an adoption form. I'm glad about that. I'm sure he'll find a good home.  When I was at the shelter I also met the cats. I have not learned my lesson about shoes. The kittens never left my shoe strings alone. At least they got a good workout. They perfected their pounce. Yet my shoe strings got even more gnarled from the first encounter.

     While I was away at soccer practice today, Lizzie got in trouble. She tried to escape by digging under the fence but mum came out and roared, "Stop!" Hoover thought he was in trouble so he sat by the hole and sulked. Lizzie will be watched closely until the fence is fixed or our backup plan is to have her gain 25 pounds so she can't fit under the fence.

    Hoover was in long enough tonight to play. It started with Lizzie chasing Hoover across the family room until he got trapped on the stairs. Nikita was at the top of the stairs and she is top dog after all. And Hoover does not like Lizzie's bark. He was sandwiched. He decided to make a run for the office to hide from Lizzie but she chased him out. Secretly, we think he kind of likes to be chased. Then Lizzie settled down to rest and then it was time for Hoover to play fetch with me. Hoover bounded across the floor after his alligator. He was very excited and would shake his toy from our grasp. One time he got a little overzealous and I thought he might take my arm along with his gator. Mum captured a funny photo of Hoover and me in the middle of our play. I look scared but it was quite enjoyable. 

     To all you readers, this is a year old blog now. Thanks for reading my blog and I hope you stay around to read more.