I guess it’s that time of the year again. It’s getting colder outside. The cool air is hard on these old bones. But I’ve still so much to be thankful for. My mama says that this is the season we remember all that we are grateful for. Me, in my wise pug ways have created a list of that which I’m happy to have in my life.
I’m so thankful for foods. In my old age my appetite has only increased. I cry out for nourishments at least three times a day and my mama always answers. Food is one of the essential needs for a growing pug; yeah I’m still growing. My mama says I’m getting wider and wider. I’m grateful that I have foods, in fact, all the essentials I need to live.
Oh yes. These are the highlight of my day. Every time I go outside—at least 10 times a day, maybe more, (I lose track)—even if I just stand on the porch, when that door opens, my mama pops a treat in my mouth. Bobo, my younger sibling is a show off. Mama throws the treat to her and she catches it. I’m an old pug and a wise pug and have learned if I act like I can’t see my treat, mama will just bring it right to my mouth—instant gratification—no work on my part at all. My treats are so yummy. I’m thankful for those things, that although they are not necessary really add some extra flavor to life.
Even more important than treats and foods is family. I love my family, except Bobo, well, maybe I like her sometimes. Anywho, my family is wonderful. They love me no matter what, even if I make the occasional mess on the kitchen floor. My mama gives me hugs and lots of pets. There’s no place I’d rather be on this earth than in my home with my family.
I’m also thankful for the belief in something beyond my little pug world. My faith brings me peace and comfort. It brings me hope.
Be sure to make your thankful list my fellow pugs…all you pets…and all you humans. Enjoy every moment you have, too.
All my snorts,
Ricky the Pug
Ricky the Pug lives in Bethel with his loving family. He’s a professional snorter and spends most days snoozing nearby his mama.