Today it’s my turn to blog…I’m Phoebe!
I’ve been here just about a year now and, even though I’m all settled in, things keep surprising me.
Like Thanksgiving, which is, apparently, one of the days called “holidays”.
Last year Sarah and I went to Camp for Thanksgiving while Mom and Dad went to hang out with our girls.
We had lots of fun at Camp. Then we came home and slept for a couple of days like we always do. That much fun makes us tired!
This year, though, we’re all home together. Luther, too, of course.
Mom and Dad believe in being flexible about when holidays happen. Here’s what I’ve learned so far:
Sarah and Luther and I had our Thanksgiving on Tuesday. The big dogs had turkey wings which seem to be a Thanksgiving thing. I had duck wings which are really yummy and easier for me to chew. We had kale stems and salmon oil, too. It was really good. I think I like Thanksgiving!
Mom and Dad had Thanksgiving today, which is Wednesday. (I think most people do that on Thursday.) Dad is home this week and he wanted more days to eat turkey so they just decided to do things differently. It smelled really good!
Mom says it doesn’t matter when you have Thanksgiving. It just matters that you’re together and say “Thank you” and remember that there are people — and dogs — who don’t have as much as you do.
I understand that!
Before I lived here I was chained to a fence in the sun with no food and no water. I tried to chew through the chain and kind of messed up my teeth, which I think is why sometimes I get different bones than the big dogs do.
Luther and Sarah didn’t have what they needed before they lived here, either. Mom says we can help local businesses and our farmer friends have what they need when we choose our food. I like our food friends!
I don’t really understand why, but Mom says there are also people who don’t have enough to eat. And lots who don’t have clean water. And something called healthcare, which I think is like when our Auntie Karen comes to visit.
That makes Mom sad. Sometimes it makes her mad, too. She types really hard some days. And calls people on the phone. Yesterday I heard her say that we’ll all be safer if everyone has enough.
I’m just a dog, but I agree with that. It’s hard not to get mad, or mean, when you don’t have enough and others have too much.
Here are some more things I learned about Thanksgiving this year…
There were lots and lots of things that smelled green in our fridge. You know, like leaves. Mom says that’s a new/old Thanksgiving tradition.
The turkey came from our friend, Greg.
And Mom says we’re giving away half the soup that comes from the bones.
I think, maybe, other families do Thanksgiving differently. Mom says different is ok. It sounds to me, though, like the point of the whole thing is to remember the good things and try to share them with others.
Mom has a friend we haven’t met whose name is Rumi. A long time ago, even before Pilgrims, I think, he said:
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
Maybe Thanksgiving is about each of us finding our own way.
From all of us to all of you, Happy Thanksgiving! And thank you for listening. I like blogging! Love, Phoebe
PS – Mom’s going to share her recipe for turkey broth on Sunday. Save those bones! (And, please, please, please don’t give cooked bones to your dogs!!!)
