Don’t forget your pets next week
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- November
- 19
Here’s a thought you’ll only find on blogs like this. On Thanksgiving, when you’re giving thanks, do you ever mention your cuddly pal? Yes, health, family, friends, a job, yada yada yada, all important (I don’t mean to be snarky here, really, besides, when am I ever snarky!? Moi?) but I can’t ever recall, moi included, hearing someone say, I am thankful for Fido or Fluffy because…..
Well, that just ain’t right.
We take pictures, blog, talk and do everything about our pets but probably don’t pause to give thanks. I do know that I’m thankful for Stanley and Cup (and every pet I’ve had before them) every single day. Raise your hands if you’ve ever come in the door after a lousy day and your heart didn’t lift at least a little bit at the sight of those four legs and tail greeting you with happy love.
So, thanks 
to P&C contributor John for sharing this with me so I can share with you. According to the author of this story, here are five reasons to be thankful for your pet:
1. My pets comfort me.
2. My pets understand.
3. My pets help me grow.
4. My pet cuddles.
5. My pet amuses me.
Read the full story here, then tell me, why are you thankful for your pets? And maybe, next Thursday, you’ll give them a shout out….but careful with the table food treats! (that’s another post to come….)
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Mandlebaum!
A blind man with a Seeing Eye dog at his side walks into a Department store. The man walks to the middle of the store, picks up the dog by the tail, and starts swinging the dog around in circles over his head.
The store manager, who has seen all this, rushes over to find out what’s going on. The store manager approaches the blind man swinging the dog and says, “Pardon me. May I help you with something?
“The blind man says, “No thanks. I’m just looking around.”
Laurel, you hit the button, as always. After the hard workday I can’t wait to open the door and see my two friends waiting and wagging their tails and not knowing which toy to grab first. Only people from this blog would understand this: “Thank you for good, honest, after work face lick, doggies!”
Izzy, who, in the holly hell is rolling the crepes at the moment?
Izzy, you got a book of these sitting around somewhere or are you just that witty?
It’s all in my head. Some people say I have a pornographic memory.
Izzy….this ain’t no brother blog!