Turkey Day Dispatches #1 (belated)

With our arrival at D's Mom's house the total of small dogs under the roof hits five: Toby (mutt), Millie (cocker spaniel), Chelsea and Claude (sibling poodle-mutts) and Obie (pug). Five dogs, four humans. We like to sit out in the living room and watch the dogs play Musical Laps, one poor dog (usually Millie) on the floor looking dejected while the other dogs each bask in the attention of Their Human, until someone (dog or human) gets up and there's a mad scramble to readjust the balance of lap-power.

Toby loves Obie. He luuuuuuuuuuvs her. He wants to have her puppies. He wants to grow a thumb just so he can write 'Mister Toby-Obie' over and over again on his notebook. They have so much in common: they're the same height, they both grunt like little pigs when they're happy, they both have really wide chests that *need* to be scritched 24/7 and owners who are too clueless and mean to fulfill this simple request. If only she could see past the broodiness and long unpug-like snout to see the needy trembly dog within...alas, it is not to be.