Thankful

Thanksgiving is coming up, temperatures are dropping, snow is on its way, and I've lost 6 pounds.  I don't always spend enough time thinking about all the good things in my life, I've never been an optimist, but lately I can't help but think how lucky I am.  The knowledge that I've gained just because we happened to adopt two dogs with problems has changed my entire life, and while those two problem dogs cause me frustration still on a daily basis, I can't help but be grateful for that.

Bindi was, as I've said so many times before, an impulse and a mistake, but without Bindi there would be no Gus, I would never have worked at a vet clinic, and then there never would have been a Toes, or a Rooney, or a Joba, or a Shy, or a Reggie, or a Jack (the Whippet), or even a Melky, our little monster kitty.  I wouldn't have found my calling in life, I might not have realized just how special dogs really are, and a would still live in a world where punishment was a "first and best" option for every problem I had with people or pets.

I am in so many ways a different person than I was just a few years ago, some good and bad things are still the same, and I know that I've missed some opportunities and screwed some thiings up, but I'm here, and I learn something new every single day.  In the past year I've learned a lot about myself, I've been happier in my marriage, and I've been able to help people and dogs, all because of our first two little dogs, who were in every way a mistake.

So there you go, today I am thankful for my Bindi and my Gus, who have brought me everyday headaches and a lifetime of wonderful.