Hi guys! It’s me Fifty.
Today I’m going to tell you about my first Thanksgiving and since my mommy said it was OK, here I am.
It started off on Friday. Mommy and Daddy filled the car with so much stuff, I didn’t think I’d fit too, but somehow me and my bed did and before I knew it, we had driven away from my house, through the forest (which always makes me feel a little sick) and then onto the motorway. I like the motorway, it’s fun to watch everything swoosh by so fast, and see all of the different cars (and then bark at them when we’re stuck in traffic).
I didn’t know where we were when Daddy stopped the car. He took me for a walk and it looked different from Le Petit Village, the trees were weird. Then he walked me over to a gate where my Mommy was talking to some lady. I didn’t know who she was at first but then I saw that it was my Tata who was at my house a couple of weeks ago. But my Tata was holding some furry white thing, and it was barking at me. Mommy told me it was my cousin Napoleon and I had to be nice.
The gate opened and Napoleon jumped out of Tata’s arms and came over to me. We said hi and I knew would be great friends. Even though Napoleon is a lot smaller than me, we still played and ran all around. Oh the fun we had! He’s definitely my buddy. I ate out of his bowl, he ate out of mine. It was awesome.
We played so much that we got really tired so we took a time out for a bit.
Then Mommy and Tata said we looked so cute together that they needed to give us cuddles. We weren’t going to complain because you know, we’re talking about cuddles, and cuddles are the best.
I think I must have fallen asleep (cuddles have that effect on me) because I don’t remember much after that. But I do remember the next morning.
My daddy was left to watch us while Mommy and Tata went to the store (Tonton was running with his teammates, I wish he had taken me with him because I love to run, plus I could have helped to pull him if he got tired). Because my daddy was so busy flipping through all the TV channels, he didn’t notice that Napoleon wanted to go outside, and so he went wee-wee right there on the floor (Napoleon, not my daddy) but then since Napoleon went wee-wee, I did too, and Daddy still didn’t notice! But Mommy and Tata did as soon as they came in with all of the groceries. They weren’t very happy with Daddy.
Napoleon and me spent the whole rest of the day playing. He has so many toys and he shared all of them! I’d chase him, and then he’d chase me, it was the best day ever. Meanwhile, Daddy and Tonton pretty much stayed on the couch while Mommy and Tata were in the kitchen. They looked busy because they never stopped moving, but whatever they were doing sure did make the kitchen smell good!
Then it got dark and Mommy and Tata disappeared for a bit and when they came back, they looked really pretty. Then there was a knock on the door and it scared me so I barked. And then the door opened and this really, really tall guy was standing there, so I barked a lot because tall people scare the bejeezus out of me, and this guy was tall like a tree, but he moved. Big, tall, moving trees that talk are scary.
Everyone sat down and ate (including that big, tall tree guy and I tried so hard to stop barking but it wasn’t easy and sometimes a bark would slip out and Mommy would tell me that I was being rude and to stop). They sat there forever. I stayed under the table between Daddy and Tata, I figured that was my best chance at getting something from the table snuck to me (Tata looks like a softie).
Eventually, they finally got up from the table, that big tall tree guy left, and Mommy, Daddy, Tata, and Tonton moved to the couch and watched a movie, but Napoleon and me watched them instead.
I must have fallen asleep again because before I knew it, it was morning, and Daddy and Mommy were packing the car. I wanted to take Napoleon with me, and I think he wanted to come to Le Petit Village too because he was waiting at the car with me, but then Tata grabbed him and put him inside. It made me sad, and I hope to see him soon, but in the meantime, there is always Skype.
And that was how I spent my first Thanksgiving. It was rufftastic!
À Bientôt!
Fifty
It's Me, Sara Louise 
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