An interspecies act of beseeching was among the more poignant moments of my family’s Thanksgiving festivities. Grandpa’s dog, named Tiny, wasn’t having success begging for pre-Thanksgiving Dinner scraps. So I decided to double the pooch’s efforts by donning my own pathetic mug. Sadly, my mother was not moved to pity—something about wanting to make sure there was enough food for the eight adults and five grandchildren also eating. Whatever.
And gentle folk fed elsewhere now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their house pets cheap whiles any speaks
That begged with us upon Thanksgiving Day!