My luck is the dogs killed the goat and let the bitch live!
Talked to Kenny this morning and he was saying something about Kenny Jr. being sick and needing medicine. Somehow though when Kenny got the words "dropper" and "drawers" in the same sentence the conversation went totally South!
We got another inch of snow and still spitting very slowly. Supposed to get up to three more total. You know, waking up this morning buried in dogs was fun!
The Terrior was mouthing "Ouwwwtt", the Schnauser was stretching his legs out straight and poking his tongue in my ear. The "Lassie Dog" was pounding on my pillow whining to go pee. The Pittweiler was yelping to get out of her cage.
All the cats were gathered on the kitchen island for breakfast before I got the alarms turned off and the dogs out.
My cousin sent me this little thing I want to share with you.
A Dog's Purpose (from a 6-year-old)
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Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old
Irish Wolfhound named Belker. The dog's owners, Ron, his wife,
Lisa, and their little boy, Shane, were all very attached to Belker,
and they were hoping for a miracle.
I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the
family we couldn't do anything for Belker, and offered to perform
the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.
As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would
be good for six-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They
felt as though Shane might learn something from the experience
The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker's
family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog
for the last time, that I wondered if he unde rstood wh at was going
on. Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away.
The little boy seemed to accept Belker's transition without any difficulty
or confusion. We sat together for a while after Belker's death, wondering
aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives.
Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, 'I know why.'
Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned
me.
I'd never heard a more comforting explanation.
He said, 'People are born so that they can learn how to live a
good life -- like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?'
The six-year-old continued, 'Well, dogs already know how to do that,
So they don't have to stay as long.'
Live simply.
Love generously.
Care deeply.
Speak kindly.
Remember, if a dog was the teacher you would learn things like:
When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.
Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure
ecstasy.
Take naps.
Stretch before rising.
Run, romp, and play daily.
Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.
On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.
When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
Be loyal.
Never pretend to be something you're not.
If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle them
gently.
ENJOY EVERY MOMENT OF EVERY DAY!
So Pastor, here again cause for thanks and praise!