“Stupid is more like it,” Ruth said, settling on the couch.
He hunched his shoulders. “I panicked!
I wanted to keep it a surprise, and, the turkey was right there.”
“It could’ve caught fire in the oven,” I said, panicking as other scenarios crossed my mind. What if the whole house had burned down all because of this cash?
What if Max hadn’t barked at it? What if I had ignored it?
And also, did I marry an idiot?
Kyle was goofy, and it always seemed like he was rushing or running late. He could be clumsy and forgetful. But this incident truly took the cake.
“Honestly, Kyle,” Ruth added.
“You’re lucky if Ace doesn’t divorce you after this.”
I huffed, and he looked at me with puppy-dog eyes. But I was immune to that look. If Max couldn’t sway me for more treats with his cuteness, my husband couldn’t either.
And yet, I released a big breath, and a small giggle came out of my mouth.
“You’re unbelievable,” I whispered, shaking my head and smiling despite myself. “But I guess your heart was in the right place.”
Kyle gave me a toothy, goofy smile, and we moved on from that incident.
Later that night, we had a memorable Thanksgiving and laughed while telling the rest of the family what Kyle had done.
Max, our hero, got extra turkey scraps for his efforts, and my husband had to endure the playful teasing from his relatives.
Later, we went on that trip to Hawaii, of course. That’s where we conceived our baby, and I’m looking forward to telling him that he was born because his father stuffed a turkey with money.
But I’ll have to wait several years for that.
Anyway, folks, listen to your dogs! Sometimes, they’re not just looking for treats! Happy Thanksgiving!
