For my first Thanksgiving as a host, I had bought the biggest turkey the store had. When I got home I started cooking the turkey. About 20 minutes into the cooking of the turkey I hear popping. I looked at the oven and my turkey was going to explode. I hurried and got the turkey out of the oven and I forgot to take the plastic off the turkey. So I took it off and recooked the turkey. Once the turkey was done I took it out and put it on a platter and made it look nice. Then the guests arrived and one of them brought their dog. As doon as the dog got there it went buzurk and he went straight for the turkey and desserts we had made. We all looked at each other and yelled no at the same time. The the dog dove onto the table of foods and everything flew up in the air. The feast was ruined. I was so mad at the dog and its owners.I just wanted to scream and yell at the people and dog. And thats why we all ate hamburgers.
