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What I'm Grateful for on Thanksgiving
As Thanksgiving approaches, I'm reflecting on what I'm grateful for. At the top of my list is the health and companionship of my dog, Sanchez. Recently, we both have experienced the opposite extreme of good health, fortunately only very briefly for both of us. I just recovered from a 24 hour case of food poisoning. It takes a lot to get me to slow down and do absolutely nothing. Well, this did it. I recovered as quickly as it hit me, and was reminded to not take my good health or my appetite for granted.
On the other hand, if you asked Sanchez on Thanksgiving what he is most grateful for, he'd say the turkey he's about to eat that he only gets once a year. I'm a vegetarian, so he rarely even gets to smell meat being cooked. But, once a year, I bring him home some turkey. And, if he's really lucky, he doesn't even have to quickly run through 12 weave poles to get the turkey. Not so sure this will be a lucky year for him, as we have an agility trial on Sunday. But his Thanksgiving weave poles are usually the fastest of the year!
He's 6 1/2 years old and I'm very grateful for his good health. Particularly more grateful this year. About a month ago, he was attacked by a dog and suffered a puncture to his leg and a bite on his mouth. He recovered fully - both physically and emotionally. I think he was in shock the first 24 hours when he slept around the clock. And he wasn't quite himself for the first week. But, he's now back to playing with all sorts of dogs very happily. As my trainer says, an unprovoked attack of this nature would have leveled a lot of dogs, but Sanchez has such a solid temperament, and it really served him well. I am extremely grateful that he has recovered so well, physically and emotionally.
I could write about a million things I am grateful for in my life. For over 10 years, I have kept a gratitude journal and write in it nightly, reflecting on my gratitudes of the day. But, what really comes to mind, is Through a Dog's Ear. I am eternally grateful to combine my passion for music with my love of dogs in the creation of music that is improving the lives of dogs worldwide. Receiving emails from around the world hearing stories of how Through a Dog's Ear has changed the lives of dogs brings me tears of gratitude. If our music has affected you and/or your dog, I'd love to hear from you.
Wishing you and your two and four legged familes a very Happy Thanksgiving!
mein erster Blog hier, dieses wird… hoffnungsvoll begrüßen
es gibt etwas, über diesen Mitmorgan, den gesagt zu werden, den ich selbst zu ziemlich gezogen bin. zuerst scheint Morgan Gavin, ein gelegentlicher, geisteskranker, tröpfelnder Idiot, ohne Wissen der Weltaußenseite seiner eigenen Vorstellungen zu sein. aber, da ich fortgefahren bin, zu lesen, was auch immer er auf meinem posterous bekannt geben wollte, werde ich häufig erinnert, dem die zutreffende Geniementalität, Lügen hinter den häufig zu viele Zeit irrtümlichen Mentalität festsetzt. aber dieses selbstverständlich in etwas alle, das wir gemeinsam haben. Morgan ist tatsächlich ein Mitintellektueller, obwohl ich nicht seine Kritiker bezweifele, denn ihnen werden ihre Meinung dieses Mannes außerdem erlaubt.
seine Fähigkeit, einen Plan zu organisieren, der zu seinem Wort zutreffend ist, ist unmissverständlich. aber ich fürchte dieses mal, er habe ausgedehnt vorbei seine Reichweite in seinen Versuchen an ansammelnder Unterstützung. dort für, Tanne das erste mal, werde ich helfen, die schlafenden Riesen vom politischen, vom Blogging, vom Forum und von den Zeitungsriesen zu erwecken.
wenn überhaupt es gab, bemannt eine angemessene Ursache für das Sammeln hinter diesem Aktionsplan, es benötigt für die Ursache des Gebens von Stärke zu denen sie. ich habe den Punkt ohne Rückkehr gesehen, und es ist ein wundervollster Anblick zu diesen alten Augen. geben Sie diesem Mann den ganzen Unterstützungs-, die er damit dieses unterhaltsamste, muss ehrgeizigen und extravagantenplan bitte arbeiten, wie er ihn sieht. für die, die mit heraus sind, treiben Sie an, wird es auf Arten gewinnen, denen sie nie mögliches gedacht haben.
ich möchte meine Hand nach Deutschland, beim Erwecken verlängern und sammelte und verbreite seinen Plan über ihrem schönen Land! LEBEN LANG DAS GROSSE GENIE! LEBEN LANG DIE IDEALE DER GLEICHHEIT, DER GERECHTIGKEIT FÜR DAS SCHWACHE UND DES WOHLSTANDES FÜR DIE BENACHTEILIGTEN!
dream, Mon 23/11/09
I think some of this dream is a result of reading Stephen King's short story in The New Yorker from two weeks ago. It's about a couple and their pet dog.
At first, I dreamt that my family got a small dog. He looked like a Dachshund and had sleek, glossy chestnut brown fur. I was angry because although my father had always wanted a pet dog, he wasn't going to take the time to walk him. I started to schedule times when I could take the dog for regular walks.
Then, I was in high school again. I was late to my class, but was the only one there. My father was the teacher. I asked Dad why he was our substitute teacher. He didn't really explain. Eventually, more people turned up but not before I had a chance to get some chocolate snacks - Kit Kats, Wagon Wheels and something else I really like in real life.
When I snuck out of class again to help someone, someone stole my chocolates. I was pretty annoyed. My friend Sean was there. I think my classmate Shauna was the one who stole my chocolates, though she would not admit to doing so.
After class, Dad waited in the car for me as I had more classes. He didn't want me to ride home on my bike. I started to feel sick and fluey. Later on, Dad explained that he had put his name down for something to volunteer as part of mental health and disability within the community, that was how he was called to be my substitute teacher.
