HanktheDog Blog

No one does gratitude better than a dog, so I'm here to give voice to my blessings on the eve of Thanksgiving. Thank you, readers, for coming to visit occasionally and leaving your comments. I suspect that blogging pets and the people who read these blogs are a breed apart, given to more whimsy, generosity and a gentleness of spirit than most others.

I'm also thankful for Blogger.com and all the other blogging spaces on the Web. There are technologists and business people who, for reasons a dog can't quite grasp, set these places out like so much free virtual real estate. The dogs that many of us are, we promptly and unapologetically claim our own territory. We create our own back yards and then turn them into virtual dog parks where other pets can meet one another, at first sizing each other up and then playfully engaging.

For me, dlogging is largely about strolling through the virtual neighborhoods, sniffing through the more interesting posts here and then leaving my own there. It's very doggish, as a recent Mother Goose and Grimm pointed out well.

Most of all, I'm thankful for being a dog, or at least playing at being one. Dogs, after all, are all about play, as well as the other good things in life. Some of my own favorites are eating, dozing, swimming and the long jaunts with Mike and Molly, beloved pack members. I expect I'll do all on Thanksgiving Day. A dog's life is usually simpler and even purer than that of their human partners, lives which seem so filled with stresses and intrigues and unfathomable complications. Being a dog is a priviledge. We have many duties, of course, but in the end our primary one is to remind people of what's most important in life. And, for this, I think they too are thankful.