On the weekend, Gramma invited us girls and Mom over to her house. Gramma had a turkey that she wanted to cook and thought maybe I could help her out…at least that was my take on the invitation. With the cold weather it was a good time to cook lots of food and eat it.
The mischief started pretty much as soon as we arrived. I took my furry behind right into the living room and grabbed a nice seat. I know the no dogs on furniture rule, but I thought maybe Gramma would bend the rules a bit. No chance…I had to hop down.
Mom and Gramma like to “chit chat”, really boring stuff for us dogs. We don’t get rawhides at home and Gramma still has some at her place so we three decided to munch on some of those while that senseless chatter was going on. Bailie will probably be working on that big one for a few years!
Then, in the swipe of a paw, the unthinkable happened. We were banished from the area while Mom and Gramma ate that bird! Sure, we got some giblets, but after all my effort to help with the cooking I expected more. When they finished eating and eating, they brought what was left back to the kitchen. Katie and Bailie were still hoping for more. I had seen enough and would not even look at that turkey any more. How could Mom and Gramma not give it all to us?
And that, my friends, is how Saturday went down at Gramma’s house.