Who's for Dinner?

There’s been a lot of water under the bridge, as the saying goes, since I last blogged.

Would you believe that Mary and Lewis left us twice last month, first to gallivant in Virginia, where he went of a book tour of his newly written Civil War book, and then in Rochester, N.Y., where he gave a talk on the history of his home town?

Both times we were confined to the dreaded cage at the vet’s. But with our tummies filled with Thanksgiving Day treats and fine leftovers the day after, all is forgiven.

We spent the big day in the country, where we not only feasted on turkey and the trimmings but had a splendid walk down to the creek in glorious sunshine.

The night before we heard the whooping of coyotes outside the window. But snuggled next to our mistress in bed we felt confident we wouldn’t be the main dish in their Thanksgiving feast. Wonder who was?