Back Door Blessings

By Amy Mullis, Home Ownership Editor

I’ve had an extra face at my Thanksgiving table the past couple of years.  Well, not at, exactly.  More like under.  The extra face under the table has warm brown eyes, blonde hair, and an underbite that can scoop up Alpo like a backhoe shovels topsoil. Turns out that sometimes blessings come in the back door while you’re at the stove stirring the gravy.

I had more than my share of animals.  But I must have a “This Way To Food” sign that only homeless animals can see, flashing signals from the roof of my house.  So when a neighbor moved away and left Sam wagging his tail in my driveway, I opened the door and invited him to dinner.  He made himself at home and has been dining a la carte ever since.

Sam follows my oldest son around like he’s the next best thing to Milk Bones. They share snacks and secret handshakes and look after one another. So this Thanksgiving, make sure you leave the back door open.

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