Our funniest turkey story happened after dinner one year. When I was in high school, my family went camping in our motor home over Thanksgiving one year. We didn't have any family that lived within 10 hours of us, so it was a nice way to do something different.
My mom somehow managed to make a traditional Thanksgiving dinner in that tiny motorhome. She used all the burners on the stove and the microwave, and stuff got put in the oven in shifts, but it all got done. (I think we may have had a capon instead of a turkey, but there were only 4 of us altogether.) We enjoyed our dinner and then put away the leftovers. This was back when motorhomes had little fridges, a bit bigger than a dorm size fridge, so the leftovers filled the fridge. We hadn't really packed any other food because she just planned on us eating turkey sandwiches the rest of the weekend.
Well, we took our 2 Siberian Huskies with us that weekend. They had a special doghouse on a trailer that we used to bring them with us sometimes. I guess there was a full moon or something that night because they wouldn't stop howling. These were dogs who normally didn't make a sound, but in the middle of a full campground, we couldn't get them to shut up. My dad resorted to the only rememdy he could think of--he threw our dinner out there so they could eat and be quiet. By morning, there weren't any leftovers at all. Those dogs ate everything, including stuffing, corn, and cranberry sauce.
I think we ended up eating fast food for the rest of the weekend. We were in a tiny town that didn't offer much else, and there was simply nothing else to eat. It was the only time we weren't left eating leftovers until Christmas.