What Thanksgiving Means to Me

Yesterday was Thanksgiving Day.  Mom asked me to think about what I was thankful for and what does Thanksgiving mean to me.

So I thought.  And I thought.  (I figured I couldn't just say the obvious.  You know.  Thanksgiving is about Giving Thanks?  That would be too easy.)  So I came up with this:

I think that Thanksgiving is about sharing.  Like when the Pilgrims came to America and they had the first Thanksgiving Dinner where the Indians and the Pilgrims shared their food.  And when families get together and share lots of things.  They share the chores, like making food for Thanksgiving dinner and doing the dishes and stuff.  And they share the food.  And they share stories.

We pups do a lot of sharing too.  My friends like to share toys and water and food and treats.  (Well maybe we don't really like to share treats.  I don't really like to share MY treats.  But I let my friends have treats and I don't try to take their treats away.  That's sort of like sharing, isn't it?)

I really like to share my Frisbee with my friends.  I go to the dog park and I bring my Frisbee, just so everybody will play with me.  

 

When I bring my Frisbee to the park I'll offer it to anyone who wants to play.  Sometimes it takes awhile and I have to sit and wait until they understand that I want to share.

It usually doesn't take too long before someone comes to have a game of tug of war.

And we usually let anyone who wants to join in play along with us.

Sometimes, however, one of my friends just likes to play with my Frisbee alone.  And that's OK with me.  Like little Bandit.  He is really young and gets nervous with all the other pups.  So he likes to take my Frisbee and go hide with it behind a bush.  

And then there's Max.  Max is a show-off.  He jumps really high and grabs my Frisbee way up in the air.

All in all, my Frisbee is a really good sharing toy.  It brings all my friends together.  So I'm especially thankful this Thanksgiving for my Frisbee and for my friends who get to share it with me.

Hope you had a really nice Thanksgiving.  (By the way, I didn't eat any golf gloves this Thanksgiving!)

Love, G

Fun at Jan's House

So we all got back from California.  I thought that meant we would stay around for awhile.  But no....Mom and Dad took off again.  Without me!

But I got to go to Jan's house and stay.  And she had Chloe there.  You remember Chloe.  The little French/American Bull Dog?  I think she really likes me.  She came over and was whispering all sorts of sweet things to me.

She's real sweet.

Then I got up on the couch with Rudy who's 100% English Bull Dog.  Pretty neat, huh.  An English Bull Dog and a French One.  And I'm the American Mutt!

I was just getting up there to pose for a picture with Rudy and Tucker who I just met.  Jan said she wanted a picture to send to Mom.  So I got up there.

But that made Chloe jealous.  And as soon as I got off the couch, she hopped up next to Rudy to make me jealous. 

It didn't.  I like Rudy and I like Chloe.  I'm not the jealous type.  ('Cept when it comes to Mom and Dad - then I get jealous.  More about that in another blog)

Then I tried to teach Rudy and Tucker how to play keep-away. 

They were learning pretty good, but no one is as good at keep-away as me!  Poor Tucker got all tuckered out! 

(Get it?  Tucker got tuckered?  It's funny, isn't it?  Yes it is!)

Anyway.  I only stayed one night and then went home.  But it was fun at Jan's House.  

Hope you have fun nights with friends!

Love, G