Not much to update about today.  I think I'll tell you the story of Puccini's first Thanksgiving. 
Being the little guy's first Thanksgiving ever, and having tortured him with all the really good smells of baking up a pumpkin pie, some sweet potatos and carrot cake cupcakes, Nicholas and I decided to take Puccini with us to our Thanksgiving get together with the OTR misfits.  Puccini was shy enough, being in a new environment with new smells and really really tall people that he'd never met before.  Needless to say, he was cuddled up on one of three familiar laps; mine, Nicholas' or Gavin's.  After dinner had been eaten and the conversation was picking up, Puccini, sitting now in Gavin's lap, saw a golden opportunity.  With no one paying attention to the four pound puppy, Puccini leapt from the safety of a lap into the body cavity of a dessimated turkey.  There, before anyone could really react, he proceded to stuff his tiny little mouth with the savory scraps of a fantastic Thanksgiving bird.  I am so so so sad that there is no pictoral evidence of this occasion, as it speaks thousands of words more than I can possibly explain to someone who was not there.  So, all in all, Puccini had a fantastic Thanksgiving as well.

tryptophan coma