Because we had the most perfect Thanksgiving Day ever.
There wasn’t a cloud in the sky and the temperature was pleasant.
The parking lot at my trails was so full that cars spilled out onto the street – even as far as my house.
Every two minutes it seemed, my person was pulling me aside so people could pass.
I did get to get loves from one little boy.
His face was at the perfect height for kissing.
But something was missing from my trails.
After all, it was Thanksgiving so I figured there should be some turkeys running around somewhere.
So I started sniffing around to see if I could catch a turkey scent.
I’ve never seen a turkey on my trails, but you’d think at least one would show up on Thanksgiving.
I thought the dry wash might be a good place to go.
Not many people or dogs go here so I figured if a turkey was around it might be brave enough to show itself.
Here turkey, turkey!
Come on out. It’s just me.
You’re safe here.
I’m not having any luck finding turkeys.
Either they’re really good at hiding, or there just aren’t any around.
I give up. Guess I’ll head back home.
I hope my younger person didn’t eat all the turkey in the fridge.