It was the first Thanksgiving
that we had spent together.
I was very anxious for him to meet my family.
There was Grampa and Gramma,
my Mom and my Aunt, along with several cousins...
all seated at the table.
And boy oh boy was he a nervous wreck, he was
trying so hard to make a good
impression..
He had earlier confessed to me that he wasn't
feeling all that well ~ that he had an upset
stomach ~ with a lot of gas...
Well would you believe that only 5 minutes after we had sat
down to eat, he
couldn't hold it back and we all heard the trumpet sound.
Suddenly my Gramma
looked under the table and called out to
our dog Max...
Max get out from under
the table !!
"Oh what a relief ," He whispered to
me,"She thought it was the dog !"
A little while later it happened again ~
but louder and longer...
Again my Gramma, looked under the table and yelled ,
"Max Get out from under the table !!"
"Whew" safe again...
All the dinner plates were collected, and
our dessert was being served. I
noticed how fidgety he started to become.
And oh no, once again we heard that familiar
sound, only much louder and longer than ever.
All was quiet around the table, and then
Gramma spoke again...
"Max, get out from under
the table
Before he craps all over you!"
hee hee
needless to say he made a lasting impression !
