I know the holiday is coming, I’ve heard talk about traveling and cooking and eating with family – all things I like. Being with those we love while giving thanks for what’s important in life. Hmmmm, what am I thankful for? What goes on my list? I’m lying here, trying to think.
I’m thankful for my family. Even dogs know that’s kinda cheezy but it’s true, especially for a rescue dog. Going from living a life where you are a secondary thought at best and suddenly being held at the top of the mountain is wonderfully fulfilling. I am thankful for each person who helped me get from my previous spot in life to this one; for the love that pours from my family every moment of every day. I’m thankful for nephews who walk me, and grandparents who scratch me, for aunts who hug me, and everyone who makes me feel welcome wherever I go.
Post-surgery Going Home Day: For some, recovery is sweet and simple – a few meds, an extra day off and then it’s back to work or play. Others have traumatic experiences and extensive periods of recuperation. I’m somewhere in between. I like the extra attention and enjoy the meat-flavored meds but gosh I’m sore. And it’s right under my leg, so standing, walking, moving, eating and peeing all hurt. Can we please move to a house without steps to get outside?
Post-surgery Annoying Day: If I promise not to lick the shaved spot or go for the sutures can we take off the silly t-shirt? I understand the goal is to keep things from getting messy, but this shirt is way to big and almost droops down to my paws. Annoyance doesn’t help relieve stress.
I’ve learned a lot since coming to this house. I’ve learned that carrots are the best food ever. I’ve learned that apples are also the best food ever. And I’ve learned the art of human-to-dog translation. I’m Grace, a Plott Hound discovering there’s more to life than being forced to breed litter after litter.
I was never much of a talker before. I mean, in the past no one ever talked to me so why would I talk to them? But now people are always talking to me: asking me if I want to go outside; would I like a treat; why can’t I scoot over to make more room on the bed? Fortunately dogs are generally happy creatures, so even when we don’t get what we want we wag our tails and smile during the entire conversation. Much of that has to do with how we translate things. We’re eternal optimists!
Rick: “Don’t eat that!”
Translation: “It smells interesting and looks really good and it might not be here much longer, but it’s gross. So wait until I’m looking away before you eat that.”