Today, I am thankful for a sleeping dog.
T's recovery from surgery has been an ordeal for all of us. S and I, however, can rationalize the experience and manage our emotions, reactions and responsibilities.
Not so for T. He just doesn't understand. The worst part is the every-two-day visit to the "veg" for the bandage change. T's worst nightmare = any visit to the veg.
When T returns home, he is quite agitated and won't lie down to rest. Naturally, his behavior makes S and I nervous, testing the limits of our patience. Fortunately, the incision is healing and T has full use of the foreleg.
After this morning's visit to the veg, T finally settles down.
A sleeping dog = a few hours of peace and quiet for his human parents.
For this blessing, I am grateful.