And yet, I released a big breath, and a small giggle came out of my mouth. “You’re unbelievable,” I whispered, shaking my head and smiling despite myself.
“But I guess your heart was in the right place.”
Kyle gave me a toothy, goofy smile, and we moved on from that incident.
Later that night, we had a memorable Thanksgiving and laughed while telling the rest of the family what Kyle had done.
Max, our hero, got extra turkey scraps for his efforts, and my husband had to endure the playful teasing from his relatives.
Later, we went on that trip to Hawaii, of course. That’s where we conceived our baby, and I’m looking forward to telling him that he was born because his father stuffed a turkey with money.
But I’ll have to wait several years for that.
Anyway, folks, listen to your dogs! Sometimes, they’re not just looking for treats! Happy Thanksgiving!
