I have a regular "gig" in the Paducah Sun. In a section called
Local bloggers are featured, and we are given assignments to write about. Today's topic was
When I think Turkey Day I think...
And I wrote:
… about a soggy oyster and Rex, my childhood mutt.
Rex always proudly greeted people with a gift. He would pick up whatever was immediately available: a scrap of paper, a leaf, my dirty underwear out of the laundry pile. He strutted around with his treasure, offering it to any worthy hand. One Thanksgiving, our next door neighbors ate at our house. My best friend, 11-year-old Sandy, didn’t appreciate the oyster he found in his stuffing, but was too polite to leave it on his plate.
Rex had never been fed a morsel from the table, but would lie quietly underneath, waiting for the meal to end, when he would “gift” us with any dropped napkins.
I can still hear my mother’s shriek, when, two hours after the meal, Rex dropped Sandy’s soggy oyster into her outstretched hand, proud as ever.
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Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
Enjoy your oysters, and hug your hounds