The Thanksgiving weekend is when holiday decorations sprout all over our neighborhood. All of a sudden, the yards that were looking rather brown and desolate; leaves gone, grass brown, lawn furniture disappeared for the winter, are full of new and exciting things.
On our walk this morning Dax, who was rather astonished by the statues we saw last week, was completely flabbergasted by the kazillions of tiny, fake people, accompanied by small fake animals, that have magically appeared.
Just try explaining a Nativity scene to a French Bulldog.
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