I am full of gratefulness. I am grateful Hannah took care of me while you were gone.
At night, I get ready for bed by jumping on yours. I drop either pig or octopus or tug in just the right spot on the space between the towels you spread out for me. I let you know I am here for you whenever you decide it’s time to get into bed. You need me to remind you. I have to watch you so you don’t escape. I am grateful for your company. I jump off the bed once I know you are cozy. I move from place to place at night to keep you in sight—into my crate, onto the rug, onto the carpet, onto the bare floor. Sometimes you get up and then I have to follow you around wherever you go.
Every morning after we have slept and dreamed, I sit up at Daddy’s side and watch him very closely until he wakes up. Sometimes, I have to put a paw on the side of the bed and let him know I’m here and need to go outside with him. He pats me on the head, greets me, “Good morning, Oliver!” and talks to me and gets dressed and puts on his coat and my harness and out we go, into the beautiful world.
Sometimes there’s a bunny to watch under the bushes by our house. Bunnies are funny and fast. Sometimes I want to go one way. Sometimes I want to go another way. Daddy follows my lead. I like it when it is quiet early in the morning. I love the quiet. I can hear the bunnies better. I am grateful for you and Mom. You love me. I love you.
I am grateful for breakfast. Oh, dog, do I love breakfast. I wolf it down. (Wolves were my predecessors, after all.) I am grateful for wolves.
I love when Mom turns on the radio and magical music plays and you and I sit and look out the front window. I slide my front legs down into a prone position and we look out at the world. It’s full of snow today. Walkers and bicyclists with headlamps move down the path. I am grateful for music and our front window.
The paperboy drives up and throws the newspaper on the front deck. I run to the door and put my nose on the bells so they’ll jingle. You open the door and I grab the paper with my strong teeth. Today it was extra heavy. I bring the paper to the kitchen and you trade it for a treat. Quid pro quo. I am grateful for treats. You are grateful for the paper.
Daddy is cooking a big bird in the kitchen. It smells good. Thank you for good smells.
I am grateful to be alive. When I carefully scratch at the door to the deck, you let me outside again. You know what I want and when I want it. I sniff into the cold wind and feel my hair blow back. I look at the people who park on the street. I have to bark at them to let them know I’m in charge. You open the door, tell me “no bark!” I come back inside and lie down at your feet. The music is still playing.
I am waiting for a long walk around the lake. I’ll jump up at grab the leash in my teeth and we’re off! People see my eyes and say, “He’s a happy dog!” They are right.
Advice from Oliver: Be nice to your friends.They might let you play with toys like pig. Listen to music. Feel the wind in your fur. Smell the birds. Watch the bunnies. Keep good company. Take long walks. Be grateful.
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Happy dog, great family!
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Happy Thanksgiving Oliver❣️You reminded me of the crisp fresh air of the first snow. I haven’t experienced that for 13 years. I’m in Los Angeles for Thanksgiving with my cousins and I’m hoping I don’t have to drive through snow in the mountains to get home to the desert. I love bunnies too- they run around the golf course and sometimes when I can’t find my ball, I wonder if they take it to play with….what do you think? I wonder if you’ll eat some turkey today? Enjoy your wonderful family🥰 Love, Diane
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I love what you just wrote. It’s like seeing the world again through the eyes of a young child filled with awe and enthusiasm; and a deep appreciation for all the wonderful things in your life. May we all strive to be grateful for our many blessings, like how happy we are that you and your family are in our lives! And as if that wasn’t enough, I just got a granddaughter today!!
Dear Diane, Babies smell delicious. I love to sniff them. I wrote about our baby who is almost three. Look in the archives for New Baby. Love, Oliver
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LOVED THIS ONE!! What a dog!!😁 Quid pro qou😂
Yet another marvelous story, Carolyn. Although I’ve sort of felt like I already know Oliver pretty well, I always know him better after reading another Oliver story. And what wonderful dog wisdom for Thanksgiving! Thank You!
Know you had a Happy Thanksgiving, Oliver! Rusty, Gretchen and Autumn (my dogs) send love to you. They agree with your happy posts.