I don’t blame him, Sparky lives in the moment. 

I made a batch of cocktail meatballs yesterday.  Since it’s Thanksgiving, I gave Sparky a meatball this morning after his morning toilet.  He isn’t even done licking the juice off of his snout, when he is wondering what I’ve done for him lately.

That’s fine, I know the score.  See a food, eat a food.

I only have one data point, but dogs wag their tails to say, “This is nice!”.  Not, “This is going to be nice.” or “That was nice.”

I am thankful that Sparky wags his tail when I get home from being out. 

He also wags his tail when he finds an acorn, rotten pear, four-leaf clover or goose shit.  I really don’t know what he’s snuffling around for, but he’s happy to do it.   So I stay humble.  I’m at least as good as whatever he finds in the dirt.

This Thanksgiving, my gratitude is for the good fortune that remains.  It’s not the good news, but lack of bad news.

I am thankful that:

  • My new truck hasn’t started talking to my furnace or home automation.  All of my robots are staying in their lane.
  • Sparky hasn’t lost his interest in Mr. Moose or finding Mr. Moose.
  • Windows 11 updates without permission, but none of those updates are so bad that a work around can’t be found.
  • I’ve got my health, and haven’t lost any functionality. 
  • All friends or family are around, if not all doing so well.

It’s all stuff like that.  Maybe that’s the old guy perspective.  Everything is dialed in, so try to keep from fiddling with the knobs and switches.