I was out walking Ella this beautiful, crisp Thanksgiving morning giving thanks for everyone and everything in my life. I came upon this emaciated and terrified dog huddled under a tree. Someone had given him a sheet to lie on, but this dog needed a blanket. I drove back and brought him home. He was someone’s pet. He climbed right up on my couch. He is terribly malnourished and very afraid. He is having a good day at my house but I need to get him to the vet. He’s getting lots of food and warmth and love and Vivaldi and probably the first good sleep he’s had in a long time. I know he, too, is grateful today. Into the vet tomorrow.