Every time we feed Mr. Hanky it is like his first meal after a years of starvation. If only mankind had his enthusiasm and gratitude the world would be a better place.
He waits at your feet as you scoop the food into the bowls. He watches with anticipation, he watches with faith. Pavlov would be so proud of him. I could be dishing up fillet Mignon or paper mache. He is in the "oh boy, oh boy, oh boy its kibble time" zone.
So what can we learn from Mr. Hanky? Anticipation rocks. Happy is a choice. Good things come to those who wait. Regular meals are da bomb. Enthusiasm is positive energy squared.
And, of course, he eats with gusto. Most days I'm surprised the bowl doesn't get consumed too. He is not like Mick who some days picks at his food, or like Sophie who eats depending on who's in the room. Hank eats like there is no tomorrow.
We should all embrace life like that.
Life with dogs. A little humor, a dash of play, a seed of faith, and of course, some dog fur.
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