While the vacation was absolutely wonderful Glenn and I got to experience a bit of an adventure before we left for Utah. We hooked little Holmes up to a line so he could play in Glenn's parents yard while we went down to the basement to gather some things. When we went back to the yard we discovered that the little guy had escaped. For about three hours we all scoured the neighborhood. What I couldn't figure out was how he escaped his harness but his collar was nowhere to be found. Thanks to my wonderful mother-in-law who kept telling people about his yellow eyes, the little guy was found (also thanks to my father-in-law continually shaking Holmes' favorite toy). He was flushed out by a German Shepherd and the owner would not have seen Holmes if she hadn't known about his yellow eyes, for those were the only things she could see in the bushes. The oddest part about the whole scenario was that he kept his collar on...that NEVER happens. I have seen him remove that thing in about 30 seconds.
Also, Glenn and I had fun going through my childhood possessions. Thanksgiving dinner was a work of art. After trying the turkey and dressing Glenn turned to me and said "I understand." This was after I had been extolling the virtues of barbecued turkey since I met Glenn.
The best night was when Mike decided to show off his guitar skills and the kids started dancing. I will post the edited videos after finals.