hope everyone had a happy thanksgiving. I certainly did. I ate more food than was humanly possible and spent some quality time with my east coast family.

Everything was fine and good until Mr. Mustard got crazy and tried to mount baby Benjamin. Mr. Mustard and Benjamin are both around two years old but Mr. Mustard is packing an extra 70 pounds and two more legs and a crazy wagging tail. Benjamin was torn between wanting to play with Mr. Mustard and wanting to run away from him. Mr. Mustard was somewhat curious about Ben too, but the shit hit the fan when Ben was trying to make his escape by crawling across the floor. Then Mustard's instincts kicked in and he pounced. The look on Ben's face after his mom scooped him up told me that many years of thearpy may be needed in order for him to every fully appreciate dogs or thanksgiving and who know if the combination of the two will ever cease to trigger deeply repressed memories of the incident.

I don't know. He seems to be fine this morning.
Cheers.