- I have a warm, dry home to live in.
- My people buy me food and, if I am really good, a toy or two to play with.
- The toys they buy me are generally non-toxic (which is great because I like to eat mine).
- My people were very busy getting ready before they left, yet they still thoughtfully left all sorts of interesting things around for me to play with: tissues, socks, crumbs, things on the counter. It's like Christmas came early. I eat a sock to celebrate.
- They also forgot to make the bed, so I can easily get under the covers as well as hog both pillows for myself for as long as I like. (I do kinda miss the part where Mom comes in and chases me off, though. When she waves her arms and makes shrieking noises, I know that this is one of her favorite games, too.)
- Dad is off from work for Thanksgiving, so I might get to do manly stuff with him before they leave for Grandma's, like helping to fix his motorcycles. OK, so I myself don't really do the fixing part, but I run around and make sure that the perimeter is secure so that he can work undisturbed. I carefully mark each area so that the groundhogs know that this is our space right now. (Why does Dad watch me when I stand too long near his motorcycles? He does not shriek or wave his arms, but I know that look. It means that I had better not mark his motorcycles, which is all right, because those pesky, short groundhogs don't ride them anyway.)
- When Dad and I come inside, Mom doesn't mind very much if we track a bit of dirt into the kitchen with us. (However, dirt on the rug is another matter entirely. Talk about shrieking!)
- The whole couch, complete with the cozy blanket and a bunch of pillows, is all mine, all day, until my people return. I accidentally make a tiny mark on the leather while practicing flying leaps and also perhaps to see if anyone will notice later. I insert earplugs, because I know they will notice. I do not make a large mark, because I want to keep living here.
- Nobody breaks into the house while I am here alone. I do not hide upstairs. I am merely enjoying the boy's comfortable bed and making sure that I have the height advantage in case someone does come in. I consider the ethical dilemma of whether I would attack an intruder who brought me a gift of a steak. Or a piece of rawbone...or, for that matter, a tissue. I do like to eat tissues. I can not decide, so I take a nap.
- My people are home and they have leftovers! I briefly consider the ethical dilemma of whether I would save my people or the leftovers if an intruder arrives at that moment. I decide I can do both. I am, after all, the Labrapithound.
So, Happy Thanksgiving! -- xxx Max
Note: Other pets are welcome to drop me a line about things which they are thankful for. Well, I need to go now. I must lie on the couch and look adorable as my people come in the door. I also need to cover up the tiny mark I made. Even though I have had a great time, I try to look slightly resentful at being left alone all day. After all, I want some turkey.