Chewie is the sweetest dog who has ever lived with me. He just wants to make everyone happy. What a concept!
On Saturday, I was at a low point. Gracie is 16 years old. Whenever she has medical issues, I am rather emotional. I lost four pets in a row, about every 1.5 years, before I adopted her. All of them had cancer, so there were multiple vet visits. I know “that day” is coming for Gracie.
She experienced some issues last week, with the whole thing coming to a head on Saturday. I called the vet; fortunately, they had an available appointment. When I left the house with her, I am sure Chewie picked up on my energy.
Fortunately, all was well with Gracie. Long story short, she is a diva. Her issues seem to be more behavioral than physical. The vet could not find anything physically wrong with her. Good to hear, but it didn’t help with the problems. Oh, well. It is always best to rule out medical issues in these situations.
As I unlocked the door upon our return, I heard a strange squeak on the other side of the door. I opened the door to discover Chewie standing there with a toy. He was so excited to see us.
Later, I went to the basement to put some laundry in the washer. I came back upstairs to find Gracie asleep on the floor. What was beside her? A toy. She no longer plays with toys, so I can guess what happened.
Unhappy? Have a toy. Had a bad day? Bet a nice squeaky toy would help!
Chewie thinks everyone should be happy. Since toys make him happy, well, he gives you a toy.
We are surrounded by negativity on social media, the news, everywhere. Chewie might have the right idea. Is it really difficult to take two seconds and hold the door for someone? Could we smile and say “thank you” whenever someone hands us our fast food order? These small acts might be the very thing that brightens someone’s day. Sure, it is not a squeaky toy, but it is a start.