Two fellow Thanksgiving trough-gorgers. But while the rest of us sat around in a sated stupor, staring vacantly and trying not to fart, Bindi ran around the house in a frenzy and jumped on people's laps, thus working off the gargantuan piles of globular mush that we had so speedily pushed past our unhinged jaws. I should mention, I suppose, that Bindi is the canine one, although it's fun to see the reverse in my mind's eye.