Wiley's Wisdom

Joy: From the Ground Up

Food for Thought November 28, 2013

I think it’s a survival of the fittest thing. Except I’m not that fit. I think about food. A lot. I just like a good sampling of whatever scraps I can get my paws on. I would have to considering my prized nickname as the doggie vacuum cleaner. If it’s on the floor, it’s mine.Are you hungry? Always.

So it probably comes as no surprise that Thanksgiving is among my favorite holidays. It’s the one day a year (almost) entirely dedicated to food. Hours of preparation go into preparing turkeys and potatoes and stuffing and cranberry sauce and rolls and pumpkin pies. Don’t even get me started about the smells. And the tastes…well, that’s the tricky part for us canines on a day like today.

I don’t frequently get people food as a practice of my parents to keep me safe (or so they say). Not for doggies is a phrase I hear all too regularly. But let’s just say I know who to sit by (or under) on days like today. I have my people who sneak me little samples of turkey and mashed potatoes. And I love them.

I had at least one of these people at each of the stops on my Thanksgiving journey. Today I got to visit both grandma’s houses, which meant I got a lot of samples.

Today I was blessed to have these people at both stops on my Thanksgiving journey. I got to visit both grandma’s houses today. The table looked basically the same at each house, complete with a turkey and all of it’s trimmings. And I scored turkey and mashed potatoes from my accomplices (who shall remain unnamed).

Getting sleepy...But I noticed something other than the menu was the same at both the houses. It’s hard to believe, but it was something bigger than either of the turkeys. It was more prominent than the spicy pumpkin smell wafting through the air. After all of that preparation, the eating itself only lasted but a half hour or so. The leftovers were carefully divided up and stored away in the fridge. And that’s when real party started. Everyone was happy to be together. Thankful. Not necessarily for the food, but for the time together.

This occurred to me as I drifted off into my own sort of turkey coma. This day, Thanksgiving, is actually about so much more than food. (Which is a tough truth for someone as in love with food as myself to admit). Forget survival of the fittest. I could not survive if not for these people. I would much rather forgo my samples than be without them.

So (while I still appreciate the dedication to food that accompanies the day), I pause tonight to give thanks. To recognize the meaning behind the deliciousness. To embrace that today is actually about people coming together to celebrate each other. To tell stories (even if they’ve all been told before). To feed something other than our stomachs. For today we also feed our souls.


20 Responses to “Food for Thought”

  1. kiwiskan Says:

    I wouldn’t worry about your constant desire for food Wiley. It’s just a dog thing. Our wee Bert is the same…

  2. utesmile Says:

    I like the doggie vacuum…..you should come to my house….. but my cooking is not that good. 🙂
    It is good to come together for a special occasion eat a nd enjoy each others company, and that, as you say is much more precious than the food. I agree with you totally. And you know we should do it more often not just at Thanks giving or Christmas, but just inviting people to be together. Iam glad you had a good thanksgiving and enjoyed all the people around you!
    Have a wonderful day Wiles!

    • Dear friend,
      You seem to forget – when it comes to us Doggie Hoovers, quantity wins over quality every time. 😉 You’re absolutely right about not needing an excuse like a major holiday to get together and enjoy that sort of company. It makes me kind of sad when it’s over that we all wait so long before doing it again! We should declare Christmas every day. 🙂
      Lots of love to you,

  3. huntmode Says:

    Happy Thanksgiving to the Schmidtt family! Wyles, so glad you had co-conspirators for some people food. I am delighted to tell you that I went to my friends, who own a farm and their custom is that on Thanksgiving and Christmas, their two dogs get their own people food plates to share in the celebration(s) (after we ate, so they hung with us during dinner). Shared the joy from the ground up.

    • Thank you, dear Huntie! I’m fighting off jealousy of those two lucky dogs who got full plates of people food…I enjoyed my samples…or at least I keep telling myself so. 🙂 I’m so happy to hear it sounds like Thanksgiving was lovely for you! And thank you for sharing the joy…every little bit counts!
      Lots of love,

      • huntmode Says:

        Hey, Wyles, show this to your Mom, she’s a sucker for you, PLUS she’s going to be further along in pregnancy…her defenses will be down, she will be full of love and baby…you might just rate a plate of your own, Wyles!

      • I did show her. And it didn’t work. BUT I did get some salami today while my people decorated the Christmas tree. And some sausage and pepperoni from pizza. So I can’t complain. All in all, it’s been a good week for “the look.”
        Lots of love,

  4. You got to tag along for Thanksgiving!?!? Wow, W. Food and loves and riding in the car all in one day. That’s super! mom went to a swanky restaurant for dinner. No dogs allowed. But extra cuddles because she missed me.

    Love and licks,

    • Dear Cupcake,
      Gosh darn those swanky restaurants for not allowing doggies to tag along! Whenever my people go to one of those places, it makes me sad. But then they seem to come home happy, so I guess that makes up for it. That, and those extra cuddles you mentioned. Those make up for anything. 🙂
      Lots of love,

  5. I am so pleased that you have had a lovely thanks giving!!

  6. I’m always thankful that we are together, the turkey is just an accessory like a handbag to make an outfit complete. But the main thing is to spend time with family and friends :o)

  7. Nikitaland Says:

    Hey Wiley, we have a bunch (or two) of Doggie Hoovers over here that always clean up anything that happens to fall to the floor.

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