old goat

if I could be any animal in the world it would be a Peregrine Falcon. they can reach speeds over 200mph and have excellent hunting skills. swift, majestic, fierce.

however, if I were actually an animal I would be a goat. they can eat themselves to death simply because they are gluttons. they love food and won't stop eating it until their stomaches actually explode. there is a bowl full of chocolate covered craisens in our counter. or should I say there was a bowl of chocolate covered craisens on our counter. I think I ate 50 of them today. eww. I made Anna promise me she would make me work out tomorrow.

my thanksgiving was quite pleasant. it started out like a pile of poo and then I took a walk with Bebe and talked it out by the ponds. she listened intently. wagged her tail at all the appropriate times. in general let me know that I was not alone and there was someone there to understand. me scratching behind her ears had nothing to do with it, I am convinced. small beauties...I never want to take them for granted, and that morning I soaked them in with relish. thence the day took on a brighter shine and I went back inside to be surrounded by family, friends that are more like family, and adopted family. I love that. we did puzzles, played games, ate delicious food, talked about what we were thankful for and  sang the goat song while doing dishes. hmm...I don't know why this goat theme keeps re-occuring. weird.

OH and I just remembered that Anna and Kiki labeled me the 'old goat' one sleepover because I wanted to go to bed and they wanted to stay up and talk all night and...it stuck. they still call me that. it's rude, but I love them. I think something like 'peregrine' would be far more suitable. or at least, it's something to aspire to, ha.

happy thanksgiving! :)