It's funny, but the disasters and blatant disregard for human standards do stick in your mind. The night before Thanksgiving, my sister baked a pair of pumpkin pies and left them out in the back room to cool (back room is like an ice cube). I awake to an uproar. One pie is completely eaten out, all the filling gone, and the crust licked clean. The culprit was immediately obvious, despite her disdainful "what? why are you screaming at me?" expression, because the bright orange filling was clearly evident on her white face. My sister still gets cranky when I mention that. Then there was the Thanksgiving when I, moved by some impulse toward efficiency, decided to give Mickey the organs that come wrapped inside the turkey, and which my mother always discarded before cooking. I put her out back with them, assuming she'd eat them since she's half terrier and half husky and entirely predatory-acting. No. I go to bring her in, and they're lying on the ground, ignored and, since it was an early winter, already frozen solid. She spent the next few weeks playing hockey with the turkey organs until a thaw reduced them to grossness. She never ate them, which should have told me that her fierceness was mostly an act, but I didn't figure it out until the night she helpfully retrieved a possum for me, and instead of a mangled terrier treat, that marsupial looked like he'd been in the jaws of a butter-mouthed Lab.