All of us at GDRNT are eternally grateful for our foster homes, volunteers and supporters who allow us to save discarded danes. I am consistently amazed by how hard this small heartfelt group of volunteers will work to save a furry life. We are also indebted to the veterinarians who provide services to us at deep discounts, answer my late night texts/calls, and endless emails of questions. Grateful for the Animal Control Officers and Shelter Staff that work with many good rescues to see that animals are given a chance.

I am consistently overwhelmed by the generosity of time, tears and money that support our mission…

Yes, there are bigger issues in the news, more pressing matters to humanity but this group is making a positive difference, one furry face at a time. So as I, once again, remind my foster to “get down”, not eat electric cords, stay of the couch and potty outside…. sigh… I am grateful for his warm heart and healing body resting his content head on my shoe… (and I am grateful he is not chewing my shoe!)

I found this poem by Peggy Fezon that explains how many of us are grateful for our furbabies.

Under the Table–A Thanksgiving Poem
By Peggy Frezon, November 17, 2014

All of us at GDRNT are eternally grateful for our foster homes, volunteers and supporters who allow us to save discarded danes. I am consistently amazed by how hard this small heartfelt group of volunteers will work to save a furry life. We are also indebted to the veterinarians who provide services to us at deep discounts, answer my late night texts/calls, and endless emails of questions. Grateful for the Animal Control Officers and Shelter Staff that work with many good rescues to see that animals are given a chance.

I am consistently overwhelmed by the generosity of time, tears and money that support our mission…

Yes, there are bigger issues in the news, more pressing matters to humanity but this group is making a positive difference, one furry face at a time. So as I, once again, remind my foster to “get down”, not eat electric cords, stay of the couch and potty outside…. sigh… I am grateful for his warm heart and healing body resting his content head on my shoe… (and I am grateful he is not chewing my shoe!)

I found this poem by Peggy Fezon that explains how many of us are grateful for our furbabies.

Under the Table–A Thanksgiving Poem
By Peggy Frezon, November 17, 2014
Here’s a special poem for all the furry paws under all the Thanksgiving tables!
Family gathers ‘round the table
Set with turkey, yams and dressing,
Holding hands and bowing heads
Thanking God for every blessing.

Platters steaming, bowls are brimming,
Dishes circle like a wreath.
Though the tabletop is tempting,
I’m drawn to something underneath.

At my feet I feel a tapping
A paw that tells me someone’s there.
Perhaps he’s hoping for a morsel.
But instead, I say a prayer.

Thank you God for furry paws
That sweetly nudge and jump and run.
Thank you for the tail that wags
Unceasingly, never done.

For ears that hear me drawing near,
For the nose so cold and wet,
The fur so soft (unless it rains)
That’s warm and comforting to pet.

For the eyes that tell me how he feels,
And the gaze I never tire of.
The tongue that kisses sloppily.
The faithful heart so full of love.

Thanksgiving is a time of year
Acknowledgments abound.
Appreciation multiplies
For loved ones all around.

So, I’m thankful for friends and family
And each gift God shall enable.
And I’m thankful for my loyal dog
Who waits underneath the table.