Gosh, I'm only supposed to pick one person?!?! I can think of authors, friends, relatives, all sorts of people! Hmm. I'm going to get creative with this:
Thank you for being the dog you are today. I'm so glad we picked YOU at the pet store. Those other dogs have nothing on you. But I guess I should say, I'm glad you picked US at the pet store. It's like wands in Harry Potter. The dog chooses the owner. The owner never chooses the dog.
Thank you for being happy, playful, crazy, sweet, snuggly, odd, and the best dog you can be. You make us laugh, even if we're sad, you can tell when we're in a bad mood because you jump up near us to cheer us up. You distract our family from their writing, especially around NaNoWriMo time, but I think that's because you can tell when we need a break, even if we don't see it ourselves (although I find it extremely annoying when other people interrupt my writing). Thank you for being an excellent watchdog. If some guy tries to rob us, I think they'll go deaf just from your barking. Of course, that might not be a good idea because the police couldn't question him. Thank you for being bizarre. You're so much more interesting that way. Other dogs just sit around all day and let their tongue hang out of their mouths.
Some of your bizarre qualities include wanting to murder the mailman every time he comes by (which isn't as bizarre as it is cliche), still needing a treat after you go potty even though you've been potty trained for three years, greeting us with energy that reaches the ecstatic level after we've left the house for fifteen minutes (or after we've gone to the bathroom), and dismembering your squeaky toys within the first two minutes you get them so you can reach the squeaker. But once you reach the squeaker and destroy it, you not only rip out the stuffing, you chew off its eyeballs.
As I type this you're whining because there is a squirrel on our car. But for some reason you think that because you saw it, it will automatically be in the backyard for you to chase.
Thank you for being our happy, playful, crazy, sweet, snuggly odd, dog.
I invite you now to write a thank you letter to your childhood pet. It can be imaginary or real, a dog or a pet rock, it doesn't even have to be a childhood pet. It can be a pet you have now. Whatever you choose, celebrate your pet! :D
Monday, February 11, 2013
The 30-Day Blogging Challenge: Day 8 A Thank You Letter to Someone Who Has Changed Your Life
I am an 18-year-old homeschooler, author, daydreamer, voracious reader, introvert, feminist, klutz, fangirl, and overuser of tape. I love the impossible (which might explain my obsessions with fantasy novels and Harry Potter) but I dip into the real world . . . occasionally. I tend to get overly emotional over my OTPs and eat sushi or listen to Taylor Swift to soothe the pain. If all else fails, reruns of “Doctor Who” or “Supernatural” is sure to help. I’m a big fan of mismatched socks, Cheez-Its, and bittersweet endings. I believe anything Rainbow Rowell, Felicia Day, or Lin-Manuel Miranda touches turns to gold. If you want to win the way to my heart, help me adopt a baby elephant. Or a llama. Or both. I write to survive and will often yell at my characters if they aren’t behaving, which is always. It doesn’t usually help. I am a contributor to the "Fauxpocalypse" anthology. You can follow me on Twitter at @Magic_Violinist.