I just looked at some old posts from previous Thanksgivings.

I love this memory from 2005. My sister Julie came to spend the holiday with me and we cooked a big dinner. This is what happened when she was about to leave:

“Julie thought it was safe to leave a saran-wrapped pumpkin pie by the door when she was packing up her stuff, but of course, Surf ate the filling of it! I got mad at first, at Julie for leaving it on the floor, but then I couldn’t stop laughing. It was funny! I couldn’t yell at Surf, after all, it was a free pie on the floor!”

That Surf, she was full of mischief, but hid it all behind her squinty, smirky, tail waggin’, you-better-love-me, looks.

Visit my Thanksgivings of yesteryear: