D – Dogs
I am thankful for the two dogs in our lives. Mitch, our firstborn, is nearly 13. He is deaf, his eyes are cloudy, and his movements are stiff. Despite his age, he still greets us with a wagging tail and still tolerates the hugs and overzealous petting of four young kids who, throughout the years, he has watched over and herded in the yard.
Charlie, a four-month-old red Border collie, has been in our lives for all of six weeks and has established himself as a member of the family. His devotion to the kids is evident in the way he greets them at the end of the school day, his body wagging from nose to tail and his tongue unsuccessfully attempting to resist their cheeks. Charlie may never be a great cow dog, but he is certainly a great kid dog.
I do not count my blessings often enough, but during this season of Thanksgiving, it seems only right to acknowledge the richness of our lives. At this point, I’m feeling wealthy.
(Up Next: S is for Stomach Flu.)
Sunday, November 30, 2008
D – Dogs