Share the Love

I can smell it now – turkey, dressing, gravy – it’s coming. I know it is. My nose knows about the delicious Thanksgiving dinner Mom will soon be fixing. That’s when the family comes over to share the love of being together, laughing at goofy jokes, and feasting on yummy food.

When it’s time to eat, I share my company with the family by laying under the table. I know their feet must be cold, so I lay my head on them and share the warmth. It’s only fitting that they share some morsels of food, or maybe accidently drop a piece of turkey. I know that’s a family’s way of sharing the love.

I’m really good at sharing all year long too. When cousin Ramona comes over to visit, I share my toys. Most of the time she just helps herself to my toy box, but I don’t mind. I grab one end of a stuffie, and we run down the hall together. I’m not really fond of sharing my bed with Ramona, though, but it’s only fair to be hospitable when she comes to visit.

Sharing is when I bring Dad my slobbery tennis ball, plop it next to his toe, and stare at him until he throws it. That’s also called teamwork. He supplies the arm, and I supply the speed. Together we share playtime.

There are other things I share. I share my fur with the couch, the bed, the back seat of the car, and sometimes Mom’s favorite black pants. She in turn shares a blanket for me to sit on. I’m not sure how she takes care of her black pants.

Sharing isn’t always about food and stuff. I share my time, my snuggles, and my listening skills. Mom and Dad share their snacks, walks, and belly rubs. It’s a fair trade.

So, the next time I see my neighbor friends on my walks, share a pat or two on my head, then pay it forward with your other two-legged and four-legged pals.