This picture is of my little pupster, Perkins. The reason I chose that picture for this blog post is that it perfectly captures what gratitude means to me.

Perkins came to us as a “recycled” dog (as in: a rescue dog) at the age of 3 or 4 – roughly around the time this picture was taken. He is now 10 or 11, and every day since he’s been in our lives, he’s been a source of smiles, laughter, deep gratitude and love for this little creature. I find that dogs, in particular, has that effect on people. They seem to bring out the best in people with their exuberant excitement and joy they express at the sight of their owners – or indeed anyone who will pat them and/or give them treats. Imagine if people were like that! Well, at least more like that… I’d imagine it would make the world somewhat better.

It’s pretty easy to see that our Mr Perkins is a very spoiled little dog; and why shouldn’t he? Every time he sees us he’s super happy. Every time we feed him he’s super happy. Every time we squeak his toy he’s super happy. Every time we sit down on the lounge he snuggles up with us. If one human arrives home before the other, he’s super happy to see the 1st human…but then he sits down to wait for the 2nd human to come home…whilst still keeping an eye on the 1st human to make sure it doesn’t go anywhere.
Everything we do for him (even just being in the same room/house/garden) is met with excited gratitude and joy. How can we not spoil him?!

That’s what gratitude does. That’s how it works. It doesn’t matter how small a gift or how small an act of kindness; when you’re grateful for something you get more to be grateful for.

I apply that in my life as much as I can. I always try to notice and be grateful for the little things in my life. Like the smell of the roses in my neighbour’s garden, the rays of sunshine through storm clouds, or a cup of hot chocolate on a cold evening rugged up in ugg boots and soft, warm blankets, with a dog on my lap and while watching a dodgy chic flick… The little things are so important. They are what makes life life.

I can’t remember a time where I didn’t notice these little moments. I must have started that habit when I was very young. Maybe I picked it up from my parents? Maybe it was from Bestemor (Grandma) and Bestefar (Grandpa)? Or a friend?
Whoever it was, and wherever I got it from, I’m grateful that I did. It’s a beautiful way to see the world, and I highly recommend it! 🙂

So the lesson of this story: Be more like a dog – be grateful for everything!
If you do that, you will have a beautiful and blessed life – every day of your life.

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