Counting Our Blessings

Since this is November, the traditional month for giving thanks, and also because my baby girl Dasa will be 11 on November 22, I want to take a moment to reflect on how very blessed we are to share our lives with Ivan and Dasa.
When people discover the munchkins are rescues, they often say, “Oh, what lucky little dogs.” It seems inadequate to say “We’re the lucky ones.” It doesn’t seem to express how grateful we are to share our lives with these amazing, captivating, enchanting little dogs. They are the center of our home; they are joy and warmth and laughter.

Our vocabularies overflow with words of besotted praise and glowing wonderment. For any other subjects, the term “cute” would be grossly overused, but Ivan and Dasa have an endless supply of cuteness. We marvel at their soft ears, their energy, grace, and enthusiasm. We never tire of the glorious sight of basenjis sleeping, yawning, sitting, playing . . . . Every walk is exciting, a cause for great celebration, and each meal –– three times a day ––is the best thing that’s happened all week. It takes so little to make them happy, and we delight in their delight.
We’re very grateful to BRAT for entrusting us with our precious munchkins. We’re thankful for Ivan and Dasa’s foster parents, and everyone who helped with paperwork and details along the way to us.

Each year when we sit down to the beautiful Thanksgiving feast Eric cooks, we count BRAT among our blessings. We have a lot to be thankful for: health, home, family, friends, jobs, each other, and at the top of the list you’ll find two small dogs. We are very blessed indeed.