If I'm remembering correctly, it's been a couple weeks since Astrid has shared one of her typical shots of her pouting in the window. Obviously, she had to remedy that.
There you go. If you were missing that pouty face gazing poutily out the window, Astrid says you're welcome. She surely has plenty more shots like that planned for the future.
The above would usually be the bulk of our Wednesday post. However, tomorrow is Thanksgiving here in the US, and we want our post tomorrow to be quick and to the point regarding our giving of thanks. For that reason, we're going to share our weekly Thursday poem for the Thoroughly Poetic Thursday challenge today, a day early. We hope our host, Angel Sammy
, doesn't mind.
Our host always shares a photo prompt to guide our poetic endeavors. This week's prompt is this adorable image here:
I felt compelled to scribble up a poem in honor of the Thanksgiving holiday. The adorable image above does play a part in my poem, but I did admittedly take a couple liberties with it. If you're curious what I mean, and if you're curious how I ended up with a Thanksgiving poem, feel free to read on.
The big day had finally come.
It was time for turkey and pie and festive fun.
After all, it was none other than Thanksgiving Day,
Which meant delicious food and then a grand parade.
This day of feasting and fun was young Henry's favorite of them all.
It was also the favorite of his best friend, Freddy the dog.
Henry and Freddy always shared what the day had in store.
Henry even gave Freddy nibbles of turkey and pies galore.
It was what came after the feast, though, that the two enjoyed the most.
When they could not even stuff in their stomachs a piece of toast,
Henry bundled up and asked Freddy,
"Come now, boy, are you ready?"
The boy's best friend let out a chipper woof,
And the two soon stood beneath the sun instead of the roof.
Outside, through the window could be seen the family cat.
Henry tapped on the glass and asked,
"Do you want to come along this year, Jack?"
The cat squinted up at the icy blue sky.
Then it yawned and went back to sleep with a hefty sigh.
Henry shrugged and said, "Suit yourself, Jack. Bye!"
And so the boy and the dog continued on their way,
Excited for what was to come not much later on that very day.
"Isn't this the most wonderful time of the year, Freddy?"
Henry clapped as he opened the garage and got the wagon ready.
"If we get to the parade fast, we'll get a front row seat."
Wagging his tail, Freddy danced on his big ol' feet.
Ten years was the age of the boy Henry,
And for all those years he'd enjoyed the parade with Freddy.
It had become tradition for Henry to hop into his favorite red wagon,
And Freddy would pull him to the parade with his happy tail wagging.
And so, as usual, Henry hopped into the wagon and took his seat.
Then he watched Freddy move in front of it on his big ol' feet.
That's when Henry noticed something for perhaps the first time.
Freddy's fur was speckled with grey, no longer in its prime.
The dog stood wagging and ready to go,
But Henry had to admit that these days his best friend's pace was a tad bit slow.
"Wait a second, Freddy," Henry said.
The boy hopped out of his wagon and patted his pup on the head.
"Freddy, it's well past your turn to hop in for the ride.
I can't believe you've never enjoyed the parade from the wagon's other side."
The boy's best friend looked at the wagon and tilted his head.
Henry smiled, "You deserve it, Henry. Go ahead!
You've pulled me to the parade for ten whole years.
If I didn't give you your turns, I'd deserve to be jeered."
Just like that, the dog let out a happy woof and, with Henry's help, hopped on in.
On his hound of a face was a great big slobbery grin.
At first Henry almost felt sad to think of Freddy growing old and grey,
Until he realized there was no shame in that, not on any day.
That simply meant Freddy was wise beyond his years, quite sage!
Freddy grinned and looked at the sights as Henry pulled him in the wagon.
The dog's tail just was wagging, wagging, and then still wagging.
They made it to the parade in time for a prime spot.
It was like getting the best parking space in the lot.
Henry and Freddy could feel winter coming on that Thanksgiving Day,
But to them that was honestly more than okay.
After all, they had each other.
Despite their differences, the two were like brothers.
By each other's sides, Henry and Freddy enjoyed all the festive sights and sounds.
There was so much thanksgiving to be had all around.
How really, truly perfect was that Thanksgiving Day,
Right down to jolly Santa Claus floating down the street in the parade.
Tip of the Day
Today's Pet Diabetes Awareness Month tip is to make sure that you have your diabetic furbaby on a diet suited to them and their health. Many veterinarians will put a diabetic cat or dog on a high protein, high fiber, low fat diet. It is important to balance nutrients in a way to keep blood glucose as normal as possible, and also to help the diabetic furbaby maintain a healthy weight. Of course, when it comes to feeding a diabetic furbaby, do discuss this with your veterinarian. They can help point you to healthy food options, whether they be prescription diets or not. The veterinarian may also calculate the calories your diabetic furbaby will need in a day to stay healthy and fit, so that their diabetes can better remain under control. And, as always, be sure to let your veterinarian know of any concerns you have regarding your furbaby's diabetes and diet.