It's Thompson's designated birthday. Happy birthday buddy.
I think I've learned something about my boy the past few weeks... I've noticed that whenever I go over to him as he is finishing up a meal and ask him if he enjoyed the food, he'll go scampering off as if he thinks I'm scolding him. I wondered what this was all about. My theory? He spent the first year of his life living out in the wild (or so I was told) and a kind woman would bring him out some food in the park she saw him at. I think his behavior is a reminder of all that. He probably didn't want her to get too close even though he was thankful for the food. I can see him running away from her if she got too near.
But she was the one who saved his life. The one who found him caught in an animal trap after he hadn't come around for several days for the meal she offered. I don't know who this person was but I will forever be eternally grateful for her actions. She brought Thompson to a no-kill shelter and they got him the care he needed (the amputation of his dead leg) to stay alive.
Thompson is my hero. He has such a grateful soul and a comforting face. He has taught me so much about the right attitude towards life... So again, happy birthday buddy... from all of us in this household...