Well, I finished Thanksgiving dinner about two hours ago. I had meat stuffing, cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes, and corn pudding. I totally avoided the candied yams, turkey, vegetable stuffing, and spinach. With me at the table were Mom, Stepfather, Eldest Aunt, Youngest Aunt, Irish Uncle, and Stepfather's two sons.
Everybody's downstairs talking and being happy. I'm not very happy right now. When Eldest Aunt, Youngest Aunt, and Mom came with me to walk Jack after dinner, these three kids showed up and said they recognized him. They said he might be this person's dog named Pee-Wee, apparently missing. The owners of this lost dog weren't home, so I'm still not sure of whether I'm losing my dear friend or not. I've grown so attached to Jack in so little time. If he goes away, I don't want another dog ever again. I made sure Mom knew that when she suggested otherwise, but I apologized a bit later. I'm just so mad. They may be taking away my dog...
