A question of values….what a loaded statement. To a dog, it might be a few whacks on the nose. for some offense–eating the turkey, getting in the garbage, sleeping on the sofa (well, in MY house, that wouldn’t matter!). To human beings, a question of values might take on a totally different meaning.
No one is going to whack us on the nose for doing what we want to do, or are they?
Sometimes doing something for the right reason, regardless of whacks on the nose, just seems right. It grounds us and satisfies our moral compass ground rules.
Sometimes “giving thanks” sounds trite. What have you done this year that seems like the right thing, regardless of how many times you got your nose whacked with the proverbial newspaper?
What has validated your own moral compass?
Oh, and by the way, Happy Thanksgiving. gobble gobble
