|Cooper - The Grand Old Man|
It's become a happy Thanksgiving tradition to spend the holiday with friends and family at Jo and Dewey’s home on the lake. One of the particular joys of this gathering is the attendance of everyone’s four-legged friends and this year we had them in packs. The house was filled with the festive patter of a dozen folks and their eight canine companions. It was a dog’s day.
|Boone, Misha, Emma, Ralph, Alma, Cooper, November and Ruby|
It should have been nine pups, but, to his dismay, we left Wilderness Dog Sammy at home, unsure of how our crotchety little terrier would manage a small house full of big dogs. We needn't have worried.
|Sleeping Off The Meal|
During the weekend there were no fights over dinner bowls, no arguments over places on the furniture or spots on the floor, no territorial disputes, pissing contests, snaps, snarls, or bared teeth. Everyone behaved themselves.
|Snoozing Through Another Lions Loss|
And the dogs were good too.