Meet Moses!

He’s the one on the left and so named because he was a homeless wanderer (like Moses in the Bible) when found by our son and his family while visiting Hector, Minn.

Moses looks like he’s got something up his paw don’t you think? Perhaps he’s contemplating one more commandment:

“Thou shalt NOT have all these wonderful aromas floating through the house, like turkey and dressing, and then send me to the gated community of the utility room.”

Yes, in this photo I believe Moses looks a little bent-out-of-shape. Downright grumpy even. Is he a revenge seeker?

Next to Moses is his roommate, Autumn. Both Golden Retrievers were at our house over the Thanksgiving weekend, as was their cousin, Zoe on the far right. She’s a Cavachon and dearly loved by our other son and his family.

These canine cousins hadn’t been together for awhile so they had to learn to like each other all over again. Zoe was encouraged not to run because if she did, Moses would think she was a rabbit, chase her down and then, well who knows what? In no time at all, the Goldens realized that Zoe was OK and everybody got along just fine.

Zoe is so cute. She walks around with a rawhide stick hanging out of her mouth like it’s a cigar. And, every time she had one, she gave Moses and Autumn one, too.

After our scrumptious Thanksgiving dinner and either pumpkin, pecan or apple pie, it was time to clear the dining room table and head to the kitchen for clean up. The leftovers were all refrigerated except for the mashed potatoes. For some reason, they were overlooked and left unattended on the counter. They were the last of the Yukon Gold we received from my brother and his wife when we were at the farm in early November. They were so terribly delicious when topped with turkey gravy.

Moses likes food, you see, and when food is around, he is watched like a hawk.

Not this time.

After we humans had finished eating, Moses, Autumn and Zoe were allowed to leave the gated community. Soon, Moses found himself alone in the kitchen with the leftover mashed potatoes. I’m sure the bowl beckoned him.

“Oh my gosh,” he probably said to himself. “I can reach them. Nobody’s watching. Lucky me!”

I was the one who caught Moses in the act. I re-entered the kitchen and found him up on his hind paws with his front paws resting on the cupboard. He was chomping those potatoes like there was no tomorrow.

It was quite comical actually. I tried not to disturb him as I called to the others, “come here. You’ve got to see this.”

And so it was that Moses got his sweet revenge for being sent to a gated community on Thanksgiving Day. I know he felt not the least bit guilty, but I also can’t help but think he was pretty thankful for his treat.

Until Soon