Giving Thanks
This morning I was walking down my street while taking a work call - a mundane weekly task made more enjoyable by the swooshing and whooshing of leaves under my feet.
Out of the neighbor's front door walked a woman I didn't know with their goofy, joyful Golden Retriever, Ozzy. That dog is made of smiles and floofy hair and happiness. She lead Ozzy to her minivan and reached for the sliding door to get him in. As the door opened I saw that the minivan was full of... other Golden Retrievers! A blue Toyota Sienna full of a baker's dozen of the happiest little Muppets you can imagine.