Thanksgiving Time

Hello everybody. This is The Daily Bone, and I’m your humble doggie host Chester L. W. Spaniel, chairman of the Squeaky Party.

The last couple days have been very eventful. First, there was a big monster snow storm. All the TV stations broadcasted the severe weather warnings, and travel advisories. They tracked it every agonizing inch of the way to be sure we all knew exactly where it was at all times. You would have thought it was the end of the world (again!)

Here I am on Tuesday night checking the accumulation and trying to
figure out what's so dangerous about it. 

The next morning, it looked like this. I still don't know what the big deal was.

Today, after making sure all the snow was done falling and the roads were cleared, our humans made a perilous trip to the planet where our favorite miniature human Ryan lives. Since we hate riding in the car, my esteemed colleague Joseph (Joey dog) Spaniel and I waited at home. We were rewarded with leftover yum yums, and photos of Ryan’s technologically advanced squeaky toys. Wow!

This control panel is still his base of operations. He has gotten very adept at working with it. Apparently it plays musical tones, gives voice commands and reports, makes blinking lights, and updates him on his squeaky toy inventory, depending which button he pushes. Maybe he will bring it along with him the next time he visits us.

Next he demonstrated his new squeaky toy washer machine. Will wonders never cease?

Oh, I almost forgot. Today is Thanksgiving Day. That means we should all stop and think about all the good things we have, like squeaky toys, yum yums, our jobs as home security experts, squeaky toys, our nice yard to run around in, our humans, our house, um, and squeaky toys too. Wonderful wonderful squeaky toys. And that's a memo.