So, we decided we were going to have a small thanksgiving meal of our own. We went to the Co-Op and got ourselves a tofurkey. Not too long ago, i saw a recipe for ginger glazed carrots i wanted to try. I made mashed potatoes. I made vegetarian gravy. We got some cranberries for (e:Uncutsaniflush) (i hate cranberry anything). Then, about an hour or so before i was going to start cooking, i got a phone call. Would we mind having a guest?

He spend the first close to an hour complaining and crying...

Eventually, he settled down and was an angel.

Here he is, sitting by our front door, looking forlorn:



Here he is hoping his humans will come back:



Here he is looking out the front window, wishing, once again, for his humans:



Here he is looking like he is almost resting:



His name is Max and he is part Alaskan part German Sheppard. He is a good dog. Rather timid, since he was a rescue. Hence why is sooo attatched to his usual humans. They were going to the Southern Tier for thanksgiving dinner and scared they MIGHT get caught in the snow, unable to come home. So, we took Max in for a bit. After the howling stopped, he was good. He loved going for a walk after dinner. I reckon it didn't do my ass any harm either.

Hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving day!