Christmas dinner disgust

Growing up my mother was a terrible cook. Christmas dinner was especially heinous, she could never get the turkey right. Often over cooked, seldom cooked too little. I guess we should have been happy with what we got but I would have rather had ham. You can't screw up ham even if you tried. Well, she mightscrew it up.
The story I cannot tell is that I used to pretend to eat it and feed it to our dog. Not once or twice but Rambles would get all my food pretty much. People used to ask why our dog was so fat.

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