Jefe and I were fortunate (fat?) enough to imbibe in a second Thanksgiving feast the day after the traditional meal. Ace came along, as our friends recently welcomed a baby Golden into their lovely new home. I was terrified by their white carpets and non-Ikea furniture, but Ace did exceptionally well and made not a piddle indoors. Aside from facing off with newly liberated indoor/outdoor gatos and narrowly avoiding being stoned to death by a heated game of Cornhole, Ace and Neko got in some quality wrestling time before dinner. Notice how about halfway through, I say that biting “skin is okay.” Thanks, Mama, thanks a lot.