I came home today from Jake's bearing gifts (green beans and rib scraps). But I've learned that table scraps are a dish best dined on at noon. Late night leftovers keep me scrambling for the door and the air freshner all night long. Ahhh, the reality of dogs.
Well, 5 little dogs keeping it real after a rib feast is a bit much, even for me.
Tomorrow is the turkey feast, followed immediately by the turkey coma.