What I'm thankful for

Thanksgiving must be the greatest invention by humankind. I can't remember the last time I ate so well. There's this trick called counter surfing that I'm beginning to master. I'm just tall enough to place my front paws on the counter and lick whatever happens to be situated too close to its edge.

We drove in holiday traffic for about eight hours to Chicago. I sat in my crate for all of two minutes.

I channeled my inner demon for family pictures.

I was tortured by my obsession.

But I got the last laugh.