Canines rule: Pause and be grateful
Published: Saturday, November 25th, 2006
Although I wanted to write this column before Thanksgiving, the slave wouldn't let me use the computer because she said she didn't want me to lose the story she was working on. Well, I just waited until she had lost it herself and then told her to move over because it was my turn to play with words. Besides, I had something to say about the holiday from a dog's point-of-view. She is always telling me what I should be thankful for, but she doesn't realize I have a mind of my own and need to tell her what she should be thankful for. First of all, she should be thankful she is my slave and my friend because I keep her in touch with reality and give her a major reason to enjoy life. I am her caretaker and see that she gets up in the morning to feed me and to make her coffee. I then see that she has plenty of exercise by demanding to go outside long enough for her to get back to her chair so I can then pound on the door and force her to let me inside again. She needs to move around more than she does and would just sit in her chair indefinitely if I didn't cause her to obey my orders. Of course, I am thankful that the slave prepares my food while she is preparing her own and have a feeling she might not eat regularly if I didn't let her know that she should be feeding me breakfast, lunch, or dinner. Also, I let her share a few bites of her food with me when she has cooked meat that I like. By doing so, I keep some of the weight off her even though I might gain a little myself. I have even learned to like some of the vegetables she serves when she will mash them a bit and put them in with my kibbles. Peas and carrots are my real favorites, but I also like pinto beans with a dab of green chile. At least, all those add color to the really dull dry food. I am always thankful for the Sunday drives we take even if I make her chase me all over the backyard before I will get into the car. She doesn't realize I am giving her a chance to warm up what is left of her muscles before we go for our walk in the country. I am also glad she keeps me on the leash during those walks because I might lose her along the way and would have to go for help in order to find her. She is apt to stop to take pictures or just to look at the scenery, and I might forget to stop if I didn't hit the end of that leash. I'm also glad she takes water along because I sometimes forget to drink before we leave town and am usually very thirsty before we finish those walks. Most of all, I am thankful to be a dog because I don't have to do much of anything I don't want to do. I can run and play when I want to and don't have to answer the phone when it interrupts my naps. I can sit in the yard and visit with my other barking friends when we decide to talk at the top of our lungs. I can chase the birds, cause the cats to leave the yard, and play with the lizards. I can roll in the grass and hide in the bushes when the slave is trying to find me after dark. Just watching her dash from place to place is major entertainment and also lets me know she really cares when she gets to hunting seriously and then bends down to pat me on the back when I finally decide she has looked long enough. I don't have to set aside a day called Thanksgiving because I am thankful every day. I am most thankful at night when I can sit in the chair beside the slave and let her rub my back while she stares at television. I know I make her feel secure because I feel secure. I don't have to say anything to her while she is talking to me, and she knows I will at least pretend to listen when she thinks she has a problem. I'm thankful to live on this corner and to be able to write this column on occasion so you can get a small glimpse of the canine world. Just be thankful every day and enjoy life as much as I do and you will feel great.
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