My favorite Thanksgiving story ever:
I have a friend who rides a Harley and runs around with a bunch of rough and rugged riders. Years ago there was a ralley before Thanksgiving where one of the raffle prizes was a live turkey. My friend's group of buddys won the live turkey and one of them had the brilliant idea of taking it to his house and watching his rotweiler tear it up alive. So, all these gnarly dudes ride their bikes over to their house in anticipation of watching bloodshed. They get there, put the turkey in the yard and the big mean dog runs over to it, sniffs it for a second and just when everyone thinks he's going to tear into this poor turkey, he nudges it, licks it and then snuggles up with it and they both fall asleep. The guy kept the turkey as a second pet and the dog and turkey have been best friends since.
I am thankful for this community. Thanks for the post, Terri. Love you much.