Savannah's First Thanksgiving

 I was hoping for a sunny day today, thinking that we could bring Savannah to the dog park after dinner and before dessert, but that didn't happen because the morning clouds turned into a light rain, so that was that for the park.

Savannah stayed in the breakfast room for most of today... we had company here and Savannah wasn't much interested in meeting my husband's friend Jim. He came in with two pies for us and a big smile for Savannah, but Savannah growled a little bit at him, then she sat up in her bed and just looked like a big innocent puppy who wouldn't hurt a fly.

Gary and Jim walked into the breakfast room and sat down at the table there, but Savannah still didn't budge. She just sat there in her bed as if she were 'at attention' during a roll call... the guys talked and Savannah listened, but she wasn't interested enough in Jim to go near him and say hello.

We had dinner in the dining room and I kept the French doors open so Savannah could come in there with us, but she was content to just watch us a little bit from the breakfast room... she stayed in her bed practically the entire afternoon. Savannah is very cautious around strangers, even if the 'strangers' are our friends and are welcomed into our home. She just takes her own sweet time in making up her mind if the people she's never seen before are puppy-worthy or not. Jim was certainly nice enough to Savannah, calling her by name and talking to her from time to time, but she just kept her distance from all of us.

I gave Savannah some bits and pieces of turkey, and Gary gave her some pie and even a little bit of ice cream on top... all of which she ate in the breakfast room. Savannah's food and water dishes are kept in a corner of the kitchen and she wouldn't even come out of the breakfast room to eat or drink all day, so I finally just carried her bowls into the breakfast room so she could get to them without leaving her safe spot. That corner of the breakfast room where her bed is kept is her go-to place when she's tired or scared or anxious.

Our Thanksgiving was very nice... Savannah's first Thanksgiving was very uneventful, unless you count the little brown frog she chased in the driveway... or her attempt to play with Gatsby in the middle of the road during the little bit of rain we had when I was out walking her between dinner and dessert... or the fact that she pulled the tail off yet another little blue monkey. This latest blue monkey didn't even last three days... her teeth are getting much too big and sharp for the soft toys. We have just one blue monkey left... I may just keep it hidden away and give it to her on Christmas Day.

My husband's friend is staying in the guest cottage tonight, so we'll see if Savannah is any friendlier towards him when he comes back to the house for breakfast tomorrow morning.  When Jim left the house tonight to walk over to the cottage, Savannah came out of the breakfast room within five minutes. She knew very quickly when the house was company-free.

There are times when Savannah is such an old soul of a puppy... and other times (like chasing the frog) that she's pure puppy, through and through. (Those puppy-times just wear me out!)