Waiting for Leftovers

The dogs were so good all through the preparation and even the eating of our Thanksgiving feast but when we started clearing up they followed us around with soulful eyes. The golden dog in the back is Daisy. She is my son-in-laws dog that he got from the pound when she was little. The Shepherd is my daughter's dog. She found her starving in the desert when Clover was about 6 to 8 weeks old. She was frightened of everything and had been eating gravel and sand. It has taken a long time to get her spoiled and happy like the other dogs. The little black and white dog (Missy) was a Thanksgiving houseguest. Then, of course, the white dog is Danny Boy. He is Rachel's dog. All the people in this house get along so well and all the dogs just follow suit. It is a very happy home. Gives me much to be thankful for.