I’m thankful for my family. We’re having a nice Thanksgiving over here. We’ve got some Chex mix in the oven, turkey in the roaster, I just made a cheeseball covered in crumbled bacon, and we watched the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade and the National Dog Show.

Ah yes, the dog show.

So, after finding out that my boy is severely allergic to cats, but not dogs, I guess I’m going to have to become a dog person if I ever want to have a furry little critter in my house. As an adult, I eventually realized that I’m a cat person. I don’t love dogs. I used to think I was a dog person. When I was about 10, I begged and begged my parents for a dog. They finally relented and we got a sweet doggie from the animal shelter. He had been hit by a car and had a broken pelvis. I named him Jesse (after Uncle Jesse on Full House), and for weeks and weeks, I sat with him and pet him while he healed. We definitely bonded during that time. He was a nice little dog, and I loved him. So, I loved *my* dog when I had one. I just don’t love dogs generally. Maybe one of these days I could get another dog and fall in love again.

I dunno.

Time for dinner. We’ve got rainbow jello.