I really can't tell you why I like it so much but I do. I crinkle it with my hands then stuff some in my mouth. My dad then frantically checks to see if I ate any, then gives it back to me, and I continue to slobber all over it. (Some might ask why he gives it to me in the first place...I think it has something to do with my adorable face but I'm not sure.)
Anyway, since I haven't been introduced to turkey yet, my parents took me on a hike and played down the whole "Thanksgiving feast" thing so I wouldn't feel bad.
We set out bright and early at 10 am (that is early if you have someone like me in your family) . It was a cold day so I was dressed like a big marshmallow and then squeezed into a pack on my dad's back.
The mountain we hiked up was called Tiger Mountain so that gave me the idea to growl the whole way up. I didn't want them to forget I was there either.
At the top, we all got to have our summit snack. My parents ate sandwiches and I had the good stuff.
I think my mom was anxious to get home and make the turkey because this was the view my dad and I had the whole way down!
