And, thanks to The Critters' crafty-ness, we all knew exactly where to sit:
Perhaps the most delicious, epic Thanksgiving meal. Ever.
Speaking of burps, let'd talk about the CeeKavs' dog, Sasha, for a minute, shall we? My date has decreed she is the 2012 recipient of Bermtopia-by-the-Sea's Best Attitude Award.
Sasha is 100 pounds of in-the-moment canine. A sit-on-your-feet, lay-down-in-the-middle-of-the-stream, no-one-is-a-stranger, will-do-anything-for-a-tummy-rub dog's dog. Unlike Ben, who over-thinks pretty much everything from eating a Milk Bone to scratching his fleas, it's clear Sasha does not have a worry in world because of her ingrained conviction that life is perfect just the way it is and that there are no problems that a head butt and invitation to romp can't solve.
This was clearly illustrated yesterday when Sasha got herself stuck in the neighbor's front yard. Bordered on two sides by a dense boxwood hedge about 4 feet high and 2 feet wide, the yard clearly stretched Sasha's sense of direction. She KNEW the Poopheads' house was on the other side, she just couldn't figure out how to get there. (Pssst. Sasha. Just. Turn. Around.) So she simply plunged into the hedge head first and burrowed her way home, happily flopping down on the lawn and rolling over on her back, legs all akimbo, to bask in the afternoon sun.