I’m thankful for my dog. He might have moved down a couple notches since babies came, but he’s still the only little one that gets to sleep in bed with me every night. Always at my feet (unless it’s hot and the air’s not on, then he’s under the bed), sometimes snoring, constantly stinky. But I still love him and am thankful he’s still truckin’ along all these years later. Such a good puppy.