Our Dog Kept Barking at the Thanksgiving Turkey — What I Found Inside Made Me Call the Police
My name is Athena, and I’m 32 years old. Thanksgiving morning was pure chaos. My husband, Kyle, had volunteered to pick up the turkey while I managed the side dishes and desserts. “I’ll be back soon!” he chirped as he headed out the door. An hour later, he returned, turkey in hand but visibly frazzled. ...