Thanksgiving Trepidation

So it's Tuesday before Thanksgiving, which I'm hosting at my house this year.  This will be the first time since, I believe, 1989, that I've cooked for such a large group of people, so it will be interesting.  Thankfully, turkey-making duties are going to the Fiance's sister, whose house we normally go to.  She volunteered, and I JUMPED at it.  So I'm doing sides and desserts, and turkey will arrive with the bulk of the guests.

The dogs are usually amazingly good with groups, so we will hope that holds true with them at this gathering, as well.  I especially hope this holds true with regard to bodily issues, but I'm placing no bets. 

This morning I awoke at some unknown time because Peanut was whining, which generally means she wants off the bed (the bed is far too high for such a short girl to be jumping off herself).  But when I awoke to this, things happened too fast - the whine, then Daisy awake, Daisy growls, Peanut growls...my foggy little brain can't figure out what came first or what's causing what, so I told everyone to shut up, patted some heads, made sure all were separated, and went back to sleep. 

Then Peanut whined again, I have no idea how much longer after the first, with no reactions from other dogs.  So this can only mean that she needs to go out.  So I grab her and put her down, Jasper down, and grab Daisy (Lillie can make it down on her own), and we head downstairs.  By the time I get the alarm off and get to the solarium door to let them out, WHOOOPS, big ol' pile of poo.  Right on the rug.  Which of course I step in (thank goodness for slippers!!).  And very stinky, loose poo, too.  YAY!  5:30 am on Nov. 23.  YAY!  So, dogs go out.  Poo gets cleaned up as quickly as possible, sprayed with de-scenter stuff, and dogs let back in and we head to back to bed for an hour.

All of which is a rumination of one of the many things that can go wrong on Thursday.

But, as long as we confine bodily functions to the appropriate locations, I think we're in for a good day.