[Editor’s Note: In honor of Thanksgiving, the usual sequence of The Lewis Letters will be interrupted to bring you this special holiday memory. Regularly scheduled blog programming will return tomorrow.]
“And what are you thankful for, Lewis?”
—That soon I might be able to finagle turkey scraps and stuffing fragments.
“Always about the stomach for you, eh?”
—C’mon, give me a break. Even you humans recognize that Thanksgiving is mostly about the food. Besides, stomachs are very important.
—A wise dog once told a story about how the other parts of the body got upset at the stomach because it just sat there and didn’t seem to do anything, so they stopped feeding it, and then, what do you know, they all suffered.
“A wise dog told that story?”
“Sounds very familiar, similar to a fable I’ve heard before.”
—Probably you humans stole the story from us: you do that all the time.
“We do not. Most of us can’t even understand canine creatures.”
—Which makes one wonder how we can have such stimulating conversations . . . it certainly can’t be because you’re smarter than average . . .
“Hey! Are insults a good way to celebrate Thanksgiving?”
—I suppose not . . . so, when’s the turkey going in the oven?
“You’ll just have to wait and see.”