Today my thanks goes out to warmth.
I don’t remember much about life before leaving the shelter. But I remember the floor was cold. Then I took a long ride in a van and it was warmer. Then when stepped out, the ground was cold again. Colder than the floor even. And wet. And white.
They called it snow. I didn’t like it.
Luckily I didn’t have to stay in the snow very long, and soon made it to my new home and immediately got to looking for something warm to lay on. And I found it!
But then I found a warmer spot, so decided to lay there instead.
Mom and dad quickly discovered that I need to always find the warmest spot. And I’m proud to report that I continue to have great success in finding it. Sometimes brother Balton tries to take the warm spots, and sometimes I let him share.
Other times…well…I do what I have to do to stay warm.
I try not to ever forget or take for granted how glad I am to have found my warmth, and I try to always give warmth back whenever I can.
This time of year it starts getting cold. And so this time of year, I am especially thankful to my Lucky Dog friends, and to all the people who rescue pups like me to help us all find a warm beds, blankets, and humans to cuddle up with.