This is the first year in many that I haven’t spent Thanksgiving with my mom. She and my stepfather Charlie were both down with a cold and didn’t want to get anybody else sick. Mary and I ended up spending the night with my brother and his girlfriend Leslie, and Leslie’s daughter Matilda. There were also about half a dozen others there who had somehow been orphaned on Thanksgiving night. The dinner was amazing and the company was even better. Matilda’s dog Frenchie constantly ran around like a social butterfly, getting attention from everybody. I figured it would be impossible to get her to sit still enough for a photo, but once I took the camera out, she stopped and posed for me.

~Frenchie~