Giving thanks

I have plenty of things to be thankful for, but I don’t have entire blogs dedicated to most of them.

So let’s discuss why I’m thankful for Loki.

I’m thankful for that fur, and the way I can bury my face in his shoulders in soak in puppy joy.

I’m thankful he’s tall, because I don’t have to bend over much to pet him. That’s huge when you’ve got a bad back.

I’m thankful for the way he barks when he sees strangers in our yard at night, and for the THUMP when he plops down at the side of my bed.

I’m thankful for the way that big, powerful, rambunctious dog patiently allows my daughter to fawn over him, recline on him and generally harass him mercilessly. No, he doesn’t just allow it: He loves it.

I’m thankful that because of Loki, I now exercise regularly. And I’ve met a whole lot more of the people in our village, particularly the dog lovers.

I’m thankful for all the things Loki has taught me, particularly the things I’ve learned about myself.

I’m thankful for the way Loki loves to look at the sky. He reminds me to look up, too.

Happy Thanksgiving.

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