What. A. Day! I told you Thanksgiving was the greatest!
Hi guys! It’s me, Oscar the Beagle. I hope you had a nice Thanksgiving. Mine was stupendous! (That’s a word, right?)
It started kind of early. For some reason Grampy woke up first. He fed us breakfast and then he put on his long underwear (and pants), and went off to talk at some football game.
Grammy woke up a little later and soon the fun began. She started cooking and cooking. I didn’t think she was ever gonna stop! The house smelled fantastic! She got the turkey ready and then put it in the oven. That’s when the house started smelling even better!
Grampy got home from his football thing and then the day got even more betterer. (Is that a word? Betterer? If not, it should be.)
Grammy started putting all the food on the table. I kept following her from the kitchen to the dining room and then back, in case she needed my help. I’m a caring beagle ya know.
Then it was time to carve the turkey. Oh boy!
I got right into position to help my Grammy. Yeah Grammy carved the turkey because we don’t trust Grampy with knives. I think that was why. Either that or he was stuck in his long underwear.
Grammy gave me and Baxter a piece of turkey. Don’t you love the holidays?
After dinner I kept trying to get closer and closer to the leftovers but they kept pushing me away.
Later the pie came out and while I offered to sample the first piece, they wouldn’t go for it. That afternoon they watched a big parade that they had taped earlier in the day. Grampy kept saying, “Look at Snoopy! Look at Snoopy!” It was just a big balloon. Trust me, we Beagles know who Snoopy is.
The fun wasn’t over yet. When Saturday came, Grampy got up early to go grocery shopping. I guess there wasn’t enough food in the house. Grammy was at work doing that ambulance thing and Uncle Matt was sleeping, trying to recover from something the humans called “Black Friday.” Friday didn’t look Black to me. I thought the sun came out.
Every year Grammy makes this fudge that smells terrific. It’s the fudge that Grampy’s mom used to make and they say, “It’s not Thanksgiving without Nana’s fudge.” Grammy makes a batch and she puts it in these fancy candy dishes that used to belong to Nana. She covers the dish with foil and puts it on this counter we have.
Well…every year … I always try to get some. Saturday morning when Grampy was out….I FINALLY DID IT! I climbed up on the back of the couch and was able to get on the counter and I GOT THE FUDGE! ALL OF IT! IT WAS AWESOME!
Unfortunately I sent one of those old candy dishes off the end of the counter and it broke on the living room floor. That woke up Uncle Matt. He thought Grampy had smashed his coffee mug so he came down to make sure the big guy was okay. That’s when he saw me …. and no more fudge. Yeah, I got in a little bit of trouble.
When Grampy came home later I wasn’t feeling too good. I didn’t feel good for the whole day. My tummy was stuffed. Uncle Matt went to the computer to find some info because they said chocolate was bad for dogs. Maybe it’s bad but it tasted so good!
I don’t remember much about Saturday. I know that everytime I got up, Grampy got up because I had to go outside. QUICK! I think the humans were worried about me.
All I know is Grampy is sad I broke his mommy’s dish; he’s mad because there’s no more fudge; and Grammy wants to send me to someplace called “Siberia.” I don’t where that is.
Well the next day came and you’ll be happy to know I was hungry again. Grammy calls me “Iron Gut.”
I think I better buy the humans something nice for Christmas. Of course, I better get a job. Anyone need a fudge sampler?
Woof Wednesday is the world through the eyes of 11-year old Oscar the Beagle. Oscar lives in Fairhaven with Pete, Priscilla and Uncle Matt and his best buddy Baxter the Golden Retriever.
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