I was alone for Thanksgiving, my kids all had plans with other friends.

So, I took the time to enjoy the day off to myself, and made plans to cook myself a small turkey and ham dinner with all the trimmings.

I got up early and prepared everything, turkey breast stuffed with a new stuffing recipe I copied from Rachael Ray, the honey glazed ham,  mashed potatoes,  sweet potato casserole, you get the picture.

The dinner was all cooked a couple of hours later, the kitchen cleaned up and all I was waiting for is the time to eat.

Since it was still early, I needed to drive over to my son's house on the other side of town.

I wasn't going to be gone long, I even forget now why I had to go over there.

I put away most of the dinner, except for the turkey breast which was still in the oven.

I figured, its alright. Its in the oven. It will be cooled down when I get back, and I thought, better safe in the oven, than on top of the stove.

Wrong!  I came home about an hour or so later, Biscuit had somehow managed to open the oven door.  She, and at the time I had a male rottweiller also(who has since passed away) and the mutt dog, feasted on my turkey breast!!  I walked in the door, and the other two shot out of the living room like lightning and left Biscuit literally holding the turkey breast!

I screamed at the top of my lungs, as I had a half eaten turkey breast with stuffing all over the living room floor, chives, walnuts, parlsey and bread crumbs.  Biscuit had grease from one end of the living room and kitchen to the other, green stuff stuck to her whiskers and literally looked like a deer in the headlights. She knew she was in big trouble!

To this day, I do not know how she managed to open the oven door. She is a counter surfer, so I know to put things away, because if I don't, she will snatch it off the counter after I am gone.

It doesn't help that she is as high as the counter tops either, because her big nose and snout are always sniffing.

So that is my thanksgiving story.  Here is a pics of the guilty.....