It’s Thanksgiving. It’s a howliday that I really like. It’s not religious. It’s not commemorative. It’s not made up. It doesn’t come with any strings attached. There’s no obligation. It’s just a nice, peaceful day to consider all the things I’m thankful for.
What could be better than that?
I’m thankful that you guys are my friends.
I’m thankful for my peeps.
I’m thankful for my smart dogtor.
I’m thankful for my Godmother Carol.
I’m thankful that I’m Kyla’s boyfriend. (And I’m thankful that Sniglet understands.)
I’m thankful for the roof over my head, the green beans in my belly, the pats on my head, the butt scratches that I love, the belly rubs that I get, my snuggly bed and did I mention the food in my belly?
I’m thankful for the sunshine and the rain, for car rides and people who smile when they look at me.
I’m thankful for each and every day that I’m here on this little ‘ole planet.
I’m thankful for myself because I’m a Scottie and I can be thankful for that if I want to. Really. I can. The world revolves around moi. As I’ve said countless times.
Now. Let’s think about all of our anipals who don’t have anything to be thankful for. For those who only want to love and be loved, but there’s no one to love them. For those who are needy and in trouble. For those who don’t have homes.
That makes me sad. And I don’t want to be sad. (And I don’t do anything I don’t want to do – you can trust me on that one.)
So, I’m going to try and be a better friend to those anipals who don’t have what I’m fortunate to have.
I’m gonna help my homeless furiends find homes. I’m gonna give to anipal food banks.
I don’t have much of a piggybank, but every little bit helps.
Yeah, that’s what I’m going to do.
How’s about you?