Piling On The Thanks

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Linus on a hike at Mt. Ellen

Linus on a hike at Mt. Ellen

Fayston, Vermont.  I am thankful for Canadian television. Hockey is such a civilized alternative to American politics. Wish Wayne Gretzky had been born in the United States…

Evening couch-nesting – to watch hockey or Law & Order re-runs after an afternoon hike – is a choreographed event with my dogs. I take my place in the corner of the “L” sectional, once the domain of my son who’s away at college. Then Linus puts his head and shoulders on my lap. At about 75 pounds, he’s a big guy who likes hugs and cuddles. Lucy, who weighs a couple of pounds less than Linus, snuggles up against my lower body, her legs entwined with mine and her head on my knees. Charlie Brown, smallest of the pack at 45 pounds, takes up the spot by my feet, or on the cushion next to (and up against) Linus. I feel so lucky, every evening.

I think the dogs are thankful, too.

Rainbow Sprinkles

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Linus sees a rainbow.

Linus sees a rainbow at daybreak.

Fayston, Vermont. My dogs begin each day with the excitement of Christmas morning: They burst from the back door and race into the yard to find the “presents” of smells left for them overnight. Sometimes Charlie Brown likes his gift so much that he rolls in it with joy. Those days do not feel like holidays. But sometimes, as I’m pouring my coffee while they are unwrapping their presents, I see a gift left for me: a rainbow, or a giant moon setting, or a hummingbird feeding, or maybe a plucky little forest critter who challenges Linus to a race. (The critter always wins.) On those days, my coffee always tastes a little richer. Like sprinkles on ice cream.

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Happy place

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What if we went hiking and the woods became a magic forest, where Golden Retrievers ran wild and free?

That would be a happy hike indeed.

Last fall, my son was working to complete his college applications.  One school asked him to write an essay about his “happy place.” When discussing his ideas with me, he described a hike through a magic forest with wild Golden Retrievers. He chose another location for his essay, but Hampshire College accepted him anyway.  

Pictured above is my Lucy, in her “happy place.”  Well, pretty much everywhere is her happy place. I adopted Lucy from Golden Huggs Rescue.

Please note: The “happy place” is a fantasy.  Wagmorevt.com is NOT advocating dog abandonment. Ever. 

Where is your dog’s happy place? Please feel free to comment!

P.s.  Carol sent in these shots of Wilson the golden doodle in his “happy place.”  Thank you, Carol!

Wilson & family

Wilson & family

Wilson in a happy place. Sweet dreams!

Wilson in a happy place. Sweet dreams!