So Turkey Day I am working in the kitchen, as always, and my boy Bucky is right there. He is always right there and usually asleep, just waiting for the magic food drop that has happened in his life. He knows that eventually some tidbit will jump from the counter and be snatched before I can get it. The knife slipped......sweet heavens, it just slipped. It hit him straight on top of his head! I am a retired chef and have some pretty big momba jomba knives. He never made a sound...just started…
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