Donna brined the turkey this year – all 20lbs of it. She was nervous about it, having never done it before. She found these huge Zip-Lock bags that worked great.Buddy was sick this morning and had no interest in going for a walk. Donna was busy in the kitchen. Long story short, I put in 5.5 miles by myself on a rather gloomy morning.een on the morning walk – dew drops (or more likely remnants of a sprinkler) beaded on a plant.I got home from my walk to find Donna slaving away in the kitchen, working on her stuffing. Tom did a little sun-bathing before dinner. Like many southern Californians, he wanted that golden-brown skin before making an appearance. This is the only things that warrants a trip to the mad-house grocery store on Thanksgiving Day. Sitting down to an amazing feast with Donna, Bruce & Amanda. We had a pinch of leftovers. (Not pictured: apple pie, ice cream, pumpkin pie, whipped cream.)Buddy's super sad, I'm-not-feeling-good face. Buddy was just miserable today. To say he wasn't himself would be an understatement. Before the day was over, we ended up back at the animal hospital, after he started whimpering and crying. Almost $600 later, we learned his blood work came back fine, his spleen was fine according to the ultrasound, the physical exam didn't reveal any problems, and x-rays lead the vet to believe it was/is a bad case of gas! Yes, gas – in his intestines. As peculiar as he was acting all day, his hiding act (curled up in the corner of the back yard), and his whimpering/crying, both Donna and I were worried his trip to the vet might be a one-way trip. We were so relieved to bring him home with us!A little TLC for the sick boy. In typical Thanksgiving fashion, Buddy just didn't know when to quit. Actually, he ended up on the table because he simply couldn't get comfortable and he was trying every option he could think of. The patio table, for whatever reason, seemed to have some (short-lived) appeal.
