Thank you, Ace …
I’m glad I was patient enough to wait two months to find you, the “perfect” dog for me. I’m not sure I could do that today, now that I’m involved (obsessed) with rescue dogs. I have about five picked out I would adopt in an instant if I could.
I’m thankful you have the endurance to hike all day, but you are also lazy and will sleep till late morning whenever possible. Rare, but sometimes you get the chance. On a typical morning Josh gets up before us, starts the coffee, feeds the cats, goes about his work. It’s not till an hour later when my feet hit the floor by your dog bed, and you lift your head, yawn, thump your tail.
“Oh, good morning.”
And finally, if I did not own you, the world’s most gentle creature, I don’t know how I’d run the same business, the same lifestyle as I do today. With a dozen or so dogs coming and going in a given month, you are careful with every animal whether it’s 4 pounds or 124 pounds. There is not an aggressive bone in your body.
I have to laugh when Scout (our 9-pound cat) casually claims the kitchen, a doorway or the stairs, and you sit and whimper for me, not daring to sneak by the gatekeeper alone. It gives Scout a bit of pride, I’m sure.
Thank you, Ace! You are a good boy.
No matter what you’re doing today, remember to thank your best friend, whether he’s waiting for you at the pet sitter’s, lying on the couch or hovering in the kitchen for some turkey. I know my mutt makes me smile every day!