It was Thanksgiving, and this year we were having dinner at my aunt's house. I never did like Thanksgiving. Nothing exciting ever happened, and I always had to work extra hard just to burn off all of the extra pounds I'd gained eating my grandmother's excellent cooking. All in all, it was not my favorite holiday. Being forced to sit around the table and listen to my relatives tell me how big I've gotten isn't really my idea of fun. However, this Thanksgiving was different. This holiday season, I found the perfect man.

As soon as he sauntered into the room, I knew he was exactly what I had been searching for all my life. His dirty brown mop bounced lightly on his head as his jaunty gate carried him into the room. His strong, smooth muscles rippled under his skin, which was still tan from the previous summer, and there was just something about his nose that I found irresistible. Despite his small stature, I couldn't help admiring the way he carried himself, with a grace and posture rarely found in young males. He glided toward the table and playfully brushed up against me. As soon as I looked into his deep, dark, mysterious eyes I was hooked. I knew I had found the perfect man. One who would be loyal, faithful, and agreeable. As he settled himself under the table, I couldn't help thinking that I might just be able to over look the fact that he was my aunt's dog.