Me: “It’s
Thanksgiving in America and you know what that means.”
Bentley: “Yes, it means I get to
smell turkey roasting, dressing baking, pumpkin pies browning, and we get to go
belly-up to watch football.”
Pierre:
“It means that I get to stand under your feet in the event something
hits the floor.”
Me: “I
have to agree that it does mean all of those things, but it also means that we
need to take time to give thanks for all of our blessings. I thought we could pause to give thanks for some
of the many things we are thankful for this year.
Bentley: “Well, you and Dad are on
the top of my list. Here, we can handle
this by ourselves. Why don’t you go
start the baked spaghetti and cheese? We
can give paws for thanks.”