For the first time in 20 years, we are not surfing down the street in the Christmas parade Friday night. I hate to miss all those amazing kids on Oak Street in Hood River as we roll by.
Read MoreA dinky doxie's tips for surfing through Thanksgiving
Dear Dog Diary readers and friends:
Would you look at all that food!? You're a self respecting surf dog in a situation like this. Whatcha gonna do?
Hang loose. Be patient. Step up to the nose of the board. Make your move.
But first - work your allies.
Start early.
Start with women.
Start in the kitchen.
#1 target: Grandma.
She's the one with the bird in the hand.
#2 target: the dish washer
You make life easier for him/her!
Be sure to wear your best "I'm so small and cute" outfit.
#3 target: The right arm of grandpa.
Yeah, the guy in the Hawaiian shirt is always a good choice.
Target 4: Anyone not all grown up, is next on the list.
Is there anyone left? Is there anyone all grown up?
Once you've scored, and gluttoned out, nap.
Prep for round 2.
Get out and enjoy fall leaves! Surf thanksgiving day!
Work up an appetite. Then, head back inside for round 3
There's something about the magic of the holidays that brings out the best in everyone.
Jump in their lap. Show what's in your heart. Snuggle up.
Warning: this could lead to round 4.
An attitude of gratitude is what this week is all about.
THANK YOU to our Surf Dog Diaries family and friends!
HAPPY THANKSGIVING FROM OUR FAMILY TO YOURS.
Doodle, Barb, Dude and Tia Ayers
www.DogDiary.org
Gratitude. Giving back. Slow motion Sundays.
‘Tis the season to take stock of all that we have - all that we are.
‘Tis the season of gratitude.
For the simple joys of life.
Sleeping in. Snuggling up.
No politics. No Type A. No agenda.
Slo mo Sunday mornings.
Be fragile. Be human. Say “I love you.”
Better yet, show it. That’s what dogs do.
Curl up. Burrow under the covers.
Breath the same air.
Are we lucky to have each other, or what?
In Oregon, we are thankful for the majesty of nature around us. Grounding us.
Sharing forest secrets.
River currents. The journey.
Mountain hikes to panoramic views.
Elk, bear, eagle and quail commuting through the yard.
Though it's a big, busy, loud world out there, life begins and ends in moments like these -- quiet moments. Moments between moments.
If we slow down and stop rushing from A to B. If we listen to the quiet.
The call of the quail in the yard.
We don't all speak the same language - or live in the same neighborhood. Some of us eat meat – some of us, seed.
But wherever in the world we are, we are neighbors. Maybe even relatives - whatever our species.
We are all on this planet together.
We are here to blaze a trail – to help – to give what we can. To share. To help each other find our way. To find the meaning of life.
Sometimes we get lost - and in being lost, we find a whole new journey.
Give thanks. Give back. It's that time of year.
Whatever causes are important to you, help them. Whatever lives you can touch – please do so.
Here are a few causes we believe in.
Hood River Rotary service project at Hood River Middle School 2016 - cleaning up the track. That's me, Barb, on the right - the girl. Photo: Michael McElwee
Snow will be closing in soon. There’s a turkey, giving his all for us.
There’s a moment- in the quiet- when we feel completely alone – and that’s when we know how much we need each other.
It will be a long time before the renewal of spring.
There’s a guy in a red suit coming to town at some point – I think he has a list...
Happy holiday season!