Happy Thanksgiving, my friends. This is my lucky thirteenth turkey day, and with each one, I find more reasons to be thankful. When I was a young pup, Foley and I hosted Thanksgiving at our house. It was filled with family and the best of all babies. Oh, how Foley and I loved babies! They are humans in the purest form. Everything we do delights them. Their small, soft hands are perfect for petting. And, they always dropped delicious food on the floor, which we happily scoffed up. When mommy had her knee surgeries, the grown children decided to rotate the holidays at their houses. That was the death knell for the big family get-together. Once Thanksgiving is held at the kids’ homes, they began to wonder why they had to invite their brothers, sisters, and their obnoxious kids. Gradually the holiday becomes just the immediate family until the mom can’t cook any longer, and then it gets split up between their children’s houses, and the pattern begins again. Years after the