A Cumulative Post

Asher had a rollicking Thanksgiving this year - at some point there were 32 people here - he stopped greeting after the first 10 or so. He spent a lot of the time under the table or hanging around quietly. He did manage to snag some turkey that someone foolishly left at the edge of the table, but otherwise, was as close to perfect as he can get!

A day or two after Thanksgiving there was about 1/6 of a pumpkin pie sitting on a counter. Apparently Asher likes pumpkin, but doesn't like pie crust!









"Who, me? Why do you think I ate the pie? Just because I smell like pumpkin doesn't mean it is my fault!"











A few weeks later, Asher decided that he really is a lap dog. Or just a cuddling dog. You decide.