Happy (Canuck) Thanksgiving

Sadly, no turkey for us. Just leftover chicken stew. We're still cooking on a camp stove in the new digs as our range is not hooked up yet. Still lots to do, but loving life in the new cabin. I've been running dogs every other day and keeping busy fixing up the new homestead. Today was the worst and best day of running the dogs so far. The first run was disasterous. I won't get in to all the juicy details, but let's just say it took over two hours to do about five miles, a run that should take about 30 minutes, including stops. The second run however was fantastic. I put Bully up in lead just see what would happen and he was amazing! He didn't know the trails at all and he followed my voice commands perfectly. He worked hard and pulled the whole team from going the wrong way. He's a superstar. His only downfall is that he's old and therefore may not make it through the race season. I rubbed him down carefully after the run with some ointment and he's been snoozing on the couch ever since. I think it's a good thing that I've coddled him so much because now he trusts me totally and wants to please. It really showed today. Sister and Hazel were also in lead and did really well. Strider, well, Strider is fat and therefore out of shape. He's getting there however and I'm sure he'll be fine with more training. The yearlings all did well today with exception of a few tangles, chewed necklines and a fight or two. To be expected. Anyway, Sam and I got called for our immigration interview which will be on Tuesday. They'll ask us a bunch of arbitrary questions to see if our marriage is ligit (too ligit to quit)before doling out a greencard to yours truly. Toothbrush? Blue. Gitch? Briefs. How did we meet? Too drunk to remember. Where did we honeymoon? Too drunk to remember. What's your name again?....
Of course, I'm kidding. We didn't honeymoon. But if we did, lord knows I'd be drunk. Kidding again. Stoned, actually. I'm just kidding, mum. I remember the speech. 'Hugs, not drugs.' Stoned hugs are nice though. Yes, I'm kidding.
Anyway, must go. Gotta go smoke a big, fat....Gotta go clean the fridge. Clean the fridge.
Greets to Meg in Baghdad. Wear that kevlar! I'm wearing mine.
Peace.