Yes, the drumsticks detach.
Punkin' Pie
Thanksgiving morning we ran the Turkey Trot. Here's K and Daddy bundled up to race.
Mawhner/Grandma's favorite trotters.
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Our racing team ready to run! Jon is not happy I used my whole neck to smile in this picture.
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Can you tell what I am most thankful for? No, it's not the stroller! Guess again.
We had an early dinner at Grandma/Mawhner and Granddad's. Look Jon's "don't show the teeth smile" is possibly a family trait.
Here's Memaw T cookin' it up. You know it was good!
The feast!