One of the best aspects of my new house – a hundred something year old farmhouse – is that the windows are low enough for my dog Rudy to look out. (He’s a corgi and his legs are less than seven inches long.) He’s having some trouble adjusting to the new (quieter) life on the North Fork. Any time there’s a noise outside, Rudy has a look out the window hoping it portends the arrival of company, preferably with cookies in hand. Sometimes it’s my neighbor Joan, sometimes it’s the Fedex man or a repairman (Rudy has seen plenty of them) and sometimes it’s only the wind.
This Thanksgiving will find Rudy surrounded by plenty of company- and cookies – and I hope it finds all of you enjoying the same.