I never expected my daughter Zoey to have a flair for writing. Just getting to know my girl's many talents, I was delighted when she recently asked for a note pad and pen of her own.
She even shared her recent entry with me, giving me permission to share her innermost thoughts with you here today.
"Andy told me I was going to love Thanksgiving Day. This will be his third holiday with Daddy and Mom.
“All this is new to me. I've lived in my new home for almost a month now.
“Talk about chasing my own tail--I was kinda mixed up at first. I spent the last seven years with my Pop Joe. We had a good thing going--just the two of us.
"Then, outta the blue, I spent a few days in lock up, yet everyone at the SPCA was so doggone nice to me. I won't lie. I was happy to hear the staff say, 'Zoey, you're going home now.’”
“I love the way Daddy and Mom smile at me. They welcomed me from the moment I got into my new car to go ‘home.’
“For some reason Daddy insists I sit in the back seat. Whatever. It makes me feel like he is my personal chauffeur. I like the sound of ‘Driving Miss Zoey', don't you?
“Homecoming bordered on rude with my brother Andy. Daddy and Mom thought they were ever so clever as they introduced us 'on the streets', if you can imagine. To make a long story short (a family oxymoron), there were growls from both of us furr our own reasons.
“Daddy and Mom love us both. I can tell. They kept us apart until we knew it was time to meet all over again, on our terms.
"Well, I'm here to tell you, my brother is the best. Andy has my back. Literally. He really likes my cologne. I feel like a spring chicken, especially when I am out in my new yard. He is even showing me the ropes around my new neighborhood...
"...and I am showing him a thing or two I've learned along the way.
"Andy didn't realize you can find the most delicious snacks by counter surfing. It's weird that Daddy and Mom are now keeping these vittles in the cabinet. I'll have to keep an eye on this situation."
“I hope you all have as doggone good of a Thanksgiving day as I plan to with my new family. I told Andy that every day feels like Thanksgiving around here, so that feels like a good wish for you all as well.
“Mom said I could select a closing song to end my dog-essay. I figured who wouldn't want one more milk bone for the road?"
Thank you, sweet Zoey. I may call upon you again to share some of your zen pen with us.
Thanks also for the joy and laughter you bring to our home. You are the best Thanksgiving gift we could have asked for.
Love you, Mom (Daddy and Andy, too).
Until next week, wishing you peace and hugs,
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