Love my dog

Today was a long day at the U. I was really thankful for some wise advice to bring company. When I was home again and my family was off to dance class, it was my dog who settled in. He took one look at me and laid down with his chin on my leg. I know that not everyone loves my dog as much as I do. He can be naughty and he barks a lot. He has his faults. We all do really. He chooses to over look mine except for forgetting his favorite treats. (We are currently out of treats at our house which is a major offense.) My dog, Hank, is the one who gets up in the middle of the night and moves to the couch if I can't sleep. When I was younger, I had a stuffed dog named Arnold. Hank is the real version. He knows all the details and will greet the nurse and bark at the delivery man just in case. If you cry too much, Hank will lick the tears off your chin until you are not really sure why you are crying anyway. I don't really cry a lot by nature. I tend to get mad and cry. I like to think that I am pretty tough. I was not so tough today and I will be really glad when tomorrow rolls around. When I come home tomorrow, Hank will be waiting in the window when I pull into the driveway. I have made some modifications in my life for Hank but they are worth it. He is good to me even when he makes me a little crazy.

Today I am thankful for the woman who had to administer my latest interesting test. She has a gift to do that every day. I am thankful for my daughter who knows that ice cream makes everything better. I am thankful for my husband who spent his morning on the preschool field trip and took video of it for me. I am really thankful to my mom who is very brave and is taking care of my daughter tomorrow. I am also thankful for my friends who made dinner plans for next week, sent email, and sent texts to check on me today.

Blessings,

Cindy