Sunday, November 23, 2025
I've been in a little bit of denial about the US Thanksgiving Day. You see, "the kids" are traveling down to visit with my DIL's mom's side of the family. They are taking Carl along. People are flying in, and they went through the process to get permission to take FGC out of state for the occasion.
My older sis will be traveling, herself, to her daughter's family. I was rescued by my kid sis, the Ace, who invited me to join their small family for the meal. Which was good, because I had something to say to my son's MIL when she asked about my Thanksgiving plans.
She, in her turn, made it plain that I was welcome to join the bigger KC plans, anytime. But I don't really want to take that long a trip.
The plan is to be with the younger sister's family. A smaller group suits me. And being in town, I don't have to leave Ember crated for as long.
Ember, well-exercised and ready for a quiet evening and night's sleep time, snuggling at my knee!
She and Carl were happy campers. FGC organized a game of tag, which was pretty hilarious, as we counted the dogs, not just ours, but other dogs, as players. So if "Ember" was "it", and she bumped into Carl, he became "it", and the next person that petted Carl became "it", and so on. I tried to end the game by petting a great Dane that was on its way toward the exit, but then my son petted that dog, and he became "it", and the game continued!
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