Hi Kids,
TT, my Terrible Talkng Tummy, and I are hiding in the bushes outside the church.We’re watching people leave with their FREE Thanksgiving baskets.
I don’t want pitiful leftover bones or a pile of crumbs under the table. I want a DRUMSTICK and a LARGE piece of pie. I’m not worried about a napkin or a fork TT and I are GOBBLERS. We know how to handle turkey and pie. Life is too short for dog kibble.
A sweet little sign that offers Free turkeys with all the trimming is posted outside the church. It’s time for a Super Stubb’s play DEAD and Attack plan.
“I know TT you hate the word DEAD, but relax I’ll do anything to get one of those baskets.”
TT here. Get movin! I’m starved! Die and Dead are SHUT UP WORDS! I Don’t want to hear it! How about repeating turkey and pumpkin pie over and over again. It’s our mantra; turkey and pumpkin pie. . . turkey and pumpkin pie . . .
“Yes, TT, you’re right. I like with those happy, delightful, positive gobbler words.”
I chant quietly turkey and pumpkin pie over and over as I creep out of the bushes. I spy an old man coming out of the church. He’s bent over and walking slow and he’s carrying a Thanksgiving Basket. My heart pounds my tail wags wildly and TT lets out a growl.
TT here. Get movin! I’m starved and I’m just as THANKFUL as Gramps.
Two paws forward and pull up the rump. I’m low to the ground and moving ahead. I roll unto the sidewalk. Poke my feet in the air and play dead. The old fellow comes down the steps with his basket. I can smell the turkey. I close my eyes and hold my breath.
The man is close now. He mutters, “Poor pup I wonder if he’s dead. I’ll get help.”
I open one eye just as he sits his Thanksgiving basket down and hurries back into the church.
I jump up. Grab the basket in my mouth and race to the bushes.
Gramps returns with the minister and a crowd of people. “The dead dog was right here. His legs were sticking straight up in the air.” He points to the sidewalk and looks around. “My basket, my dinner is gone!”
“We’ve got lots of baskets to share.” The minister hands him another basket and shakes his head. I hear someone in the crowd say, “dementia.” Hmmmmmmm, dogs and old people get a bad wrap.
I squish plop over to the park. I’m almost dancing as I sing my mantra; turkey and pumpkin pie. TT and I are very very thankful that the church shared  a Thanksgiving basket with us. Yeah church, Yeah dogs, Yeah Gramps!!!!
Happy Thanksgiving. EAT Â READ Â AND PLAY
Stubb and TT