7 Image Story | Thanksgiving with Nick the Pug

7 Image Story | Pug Anticipating Thanksgiving Dinner

 

7 Image Story | Thanksgiving with Nick the Pug  We Pugs love Thanksgiving; perhaps even more than Christmas.  Why?  Pugs love food; people food.  In fact, some Pugs I know seem to think they are really furry people.  Of, course, the rest of us know; people are just alpha Pugs.  Either way, we know we are entitled to people food.  Alpha Pugs always share.  Thanksgiving, of course, is about giving thanks; particularly for the pack (family) and food. We Pugs give thanks for all that people provide us; particularly people food.

I have never been particularly patient after smelling the aroma of fresh turkey in the kitchen. My many moods have been captured over several Thanksgiving days by one of my favorite people.  In this image, Pug Anticipating Thanksgiving Dinner, I’m giving him the look: is it really, really time to come inside for Thanksgiving dinner?  Can I really anticipate eating any time soon?  All too often, it’s hurry up and wait.

Too much waiting means I might be required to share dinner with the big dogs, the Huskies.  Although bigger dogs can be fun, they can also demand to be alpha.  Read, they get more to eat.  Those big dog Huskies have big mouths too.  Not only do they eat more, they eat it faster.  Then, they start nosing round looking to eat my food.   So, it’s time for turkey.  The table is set and the food is hot.  I’ll call the people into the dining room while the Huskies are outside.  After dinner, a nice easy chair looks inviting, even though it’s not mine.  And, the chair only has enough room for one dog and perhaps, one small kid.  Are you kidding, it’s too cold and snowy to leave my cozy chair to do my duty outside.

 

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Uncle Jack

Uncle Jack

Meet Uncle Jack.  Just after midnight on 6 Jun 44, he parachuted into Normandy the night before the D-Day invasion as part of the 101st Airborne Division.   He was the only one of his squad of 15 men to live through the war.  Although he was badly wounded in the Battle of Bastogne, he came home, married my aunt, had two children, and lived a long life.  Uncle Jack passed a couple of years ago at the age of 95.  He was always an active person and swam several times a week until the last couple of years.