11/27/2023
Welcome back after the Thanksgiving Holidays. I could not resist one more Thanksgiving story.
Tomorrow we will have three days of non-holiday stories, then it on Dec. 1st we will begin the Christmas stories. We now have 51 stories posted on https://www.siggydesigns.com/stories all categorized by genre.
Now for the last Thanksgiving story (until next year)....
Bubba's Big Thanksgiving.”
Well let me tell ya, there was this big ol' Great Dane named Bubba. He was as big as a mini horse and about as graceful as a bull in a china shop. Bubba just got adopted by the Johnson family, nice folks with hearts bigger than their sense of danger, I reckon.
It was Thanksgiving, and the Johnsons were fixin' to have a feast. Now, Bubba, he ain't never seen so much food in his life. His previous idea of a feast was finding an old shoe filled with rainwater.
The Johnsons, they got turkey, ham, mashed taters, and all the fixin's. The kind of spread that makes you wanna unbutton your pants and take a nap. Bubba's eyes were bigger than his stomach, which is sayin' something 'cause he's a big dog.
Well, dinner time comes, and everyone's sayin' what they're thankful for. Little Susie's thankful for her new doll, Pa Johnson's thankful for the good weather, and Bubba, well, he's just thankful there's food.
They all bow their heads to say grace, and that's when Bubba makes his move. Like a ninja, if a ninja was a hundred-pound dog with a slobber problem. He's on that table faster than grease lightning, gobblin' up turkey like it's goin' outta style.
The Johnsons couldn't believe their eyes. There was Bubba, chowin' down like it's the end of the world. Turkey, taters, even Aunt Edna's questionable green bean casserole, nothing was safe.
Now, Bubba, he's eatin' so fast he don't notice the little details, like the fact that he's eatin' the plastic fruit Ma Johnson uses for decoration. Or the tablecloth. Or Pa Johnson's hat.
The family's in shock, mouths open wider than the Grand Canyon. Little Susie starts cryin', thinkin' Bubba's eatin' her new doll 'cause it was sittin' near the pie.
Finally, Bubba's full. And I mean full. He looks like he swallowed a beach ball. He's got a drumstick stickin' outta his mouth like a cigar, and his belly's draggin' on the floor.
The Johnsons, they don't know whether to laugh or cry. Their Thanksgiving dinner's been demolished by a dog the size of a small moose.
But then, somethin' magical happens. They start laughin'. All of 'em, even Aunt Edna, and she ain't cracked a smile since the '80s. They're laughin' at the absurdity of it all, at Bubba who's now snoozin' under the table, snorin' like a chainsaw.
They realize that this is what Thanksgiving's all about. Not the perfect dinner or the fancy table settings, but bein' together, even if it's with a dog who's got more appetite than a pack of wolves.
So they make sandwiches with what's left, which ain't much, and they sit around tellin' stories. Stories about Thanksgivings gone wrong, about the time Uncle Joe set the garage on fire tryin' to deep fry a turkey.
And Bubba? He's dreamin' of turkey and taters, a big ol' smile on his slobbery face. He might've ruined dinner, but he sure brought the family together.
And that, my friends, is the story of Bubba's first Thanksgiving. A day of chaos, laughter, and a dog who bit off more than he could chew. Literally.
After the laughter died down and the night grew long, the Johnsons found themselves reflecting on the day's events. It wasn't just a regular Thanksgiving, it was a story they'd tell for years to come, all thanks to Bubba.
Now, you might think a dog like Bubba, who could probably eat a whole turkey in one sitting, would be snoozing all night. But no, Bubba had other plans. As the family sat around, sharing stories and laughter, Bubba was busy making friends. He went from person to person, giving his big, slobbery kisses and getting pats on the head.
Little Susie, still a bit miffed about her doll scare, finally warmed up to Bubba. She realized that even though he was a bit of a tablecloth-destroying tornado, he was also a big, cuddly pup at heart. She curled up next to him, and Bubba, with his big heart, gently nuzzled her, making sure she knew all was well.
As the night went on, the family started playing games. Bubba, curious as ever, tried to join in. Imagine a Great Dane trying to play charades! He was wagging his tail so hard, it was like a windstorm in the living room. But that didn't stop him. He was part of the family now, and he wanted in on all the fun.
The Johnsons, embracing the spirit of the day, decided to play a game where Bubba could join. They played fetch in the backyard, under the moonlight, laughing as Bubba clumsily ran after the ball, his belly still full from dinner.
It wasn't just a game of fetch; it was a moment of pure joy, a family bonding with their new furry member. Bubba may have eaten the Thanksgiving dinner, but he also brought something more to the table: a sense of unity and love.
As the night drew to a close, the Johnsons set up a bed for Bubba. But Bubba, being the loyal dog he was, refused to sleep alone. He wanted to be with his new family. So, there he was, a giant Great Dane, snuggled up on the couch, with the Johnsons around him.
They talked about how Bubba had come into their lives, how he may have been a bit of a handful, but also how he filled their home with laughter and love. They realized that sometimes, the best moments come from the unexpected, from the messy, chaotic instances that life throws your way.
Bubba, tired from his adventures, drifted off to sleep, surrounded by his new family. The Johnsons looked at him, their hearts full of affection for this gentle giant who had eaten their Thanksgiving but given them so much more.
And as the clock struck midnight, marking the end of a Thanksgiving that would never be forgotten, the Johnsons knew one thing for sure: Bubba was home, and he was family.
There ya go, a story of Thanksgiving chaos, Great Dane style. Hope it tickles your funny bone and fills your imagination like Bubba filled his belly!