A thankful weekend

The long holiday weekend was certainly filled with great times and good memories. On Thanksgiving day Skype and I trekked up to Snohomish to spend the latter part of the day at the Henry household. After a long drive up through unfamiliar territory we arrived and joined in the merry fray. Tres's parents live out in the middle of nowhere on a couple of acres with animals and other outdoorsy stuff.

Skype had a blast running around with the other dogs and playing with the people. All in all there were almost 30 people there and they all adored him. We spent the afternoon injecting turkeys and prepping them for deep fat frying. They Henry household was abuzz with booze, cheer, and the occasional cat fight betwixt drunken mothers and this all contributed to the holiday good feelings.

Dinner came and we all gathered around a giant table to celebrate everything we are thankful for. The Turkey (even I eat meat when it comes to Thanksgiving) was moist and succulent, the stuffing was divine, the brussle sprouts were tasty, and the company was beyond reproach. We dined until we could not eat any more then took a walk to settle our tummies before the pie related madness.

After our repast we gathered in the living room for a talent show of sorts. The Henry household has a rule that anyone who does not help cook has to perform afterwards. There were some entertaining acts, and I managed to dodge the entertainment bullet by playing the lame gimp. Come the evening Skype got worn out and started to get bratty. Up until about 8:00 he was being a perfect angel, but once he hit his energy wall he started throwing a fit and having a few housebreaking accidents. I took him home and let him pass out in bed for a nice evening.

Friday was the big day for Skype - the neutering day. We woke up early and I got him to the vet at about 7:45. It was a plain farewell, but once I left I really started to worry about him. I spent most of the day fretting and worrying about Skype. Brien drug me downtown for a couple of hours but the whole time I was worrying about him. I did swing by Suncoast and picked up a copy of The Cell for the weekend. Come 5:30 I finally got to go pick him up. He was quiet enthusiastic to see me, and we got home without any incidence.

Skype was rather out of sorts Friday evening (quite understandably) and would have nothing to do with me for the first couple of hours after we got home. He retreated to the corner to chew on a bone and whimper. Whenever I would go over to him he would run away. I think he in some small way held me responsible for the pain he was in, or at the very least for abandoning him at the vet's in the morning. After a few hours he got over that and came over to curl up in my lap still whimpering away. It was nearly midnight before he finally passed out and got some sleep.

Saturday and Sunday were fairly calm and relaxing. I spent the two days on my couch with Skype watching movies and keeping him calm. For the most part nothing too exciting happened. I'm thinking that more of the same is in store for this week, particularly because I just got the Harry Potter boxed set and am looking forward to spending the next couple of days watching the first three movies.