We’re actually three. Me, to our waitress on Thanksgiving Oh, let me get you another set of silverware. Our waitress I pointed down to where our six-year-old rescue black Lab lay quietly at my husband’s feet on the outdoor deck, his Thanksgiving napkin bandana bunched into a make-shift pillow. Yes, we took our dog out…
Family Friday: How Our Rescue Lab Earned a Place at the Thanksgiving Table
