Sly Creak has a plan to partake in the Thanksgiving feast this year
Usually canines just get brushed aside when it comes to eating with the family at the table. I would never beg for scraps, but I also know it’s no use. That being said, Thanksgiving is perhaps one of the most challenging days to get through. It takes a tremendous amount of self-discipline to not instinctively jump onto my back two legs onto the kitchen counter when no one is looking, take the prized turkey from its juicy, fruit-lined tray and retreat to a private place with that colossal, yet tenderly roasted bird in my chops.
I can just imagine taking that succulent trophy apart piece by piece – but I digress.
This year I have a plan to take part in the feast. From telephone conversations, I know that the pets’ family will be traveling down here to celebrate Thanksgiving. Not only does that give me home-court advantage, but I also am aware that they will be bringing a few new members of the family. This is where my plan fell into place.
I will play the part of the lovable Creak and win the young ones’ hearts when they get in on Wednesday. Once Thursday arrives, I will have them under my charismatic manipulation. I will make sure they notice my “stolen glances,” made longingly towards the turkey. By the time dinner comes around, I will already be stealthily waiting under the dinner table to receive the fruits of my labor in the form of turkey strips and ham.
Now all I need to do is wait…