Sunday, April 20, 2014
Sunday, April 13, 2014
When we first met, she peed on my shoe. She has put many little puncture marks in my hands and forearms. But for some reason, when I see her, no matter how tired I am, I find I have a little more energy, life is a little better, and I relax a little more.
The things about dogs is, they are always happy to see you. I think that is one reason why it is so sad when a pet dies, especially a dog. For me, I remember how every time I came home from school, I was a hero for our dogs. No animosity toward any earlier behavior, but just joy with where you are now. They seem to me the epitome of the righteous father in the prodigal son. Puppies are kind of like that as well, but they also pee when they see you and bite you. I think I have decided I like dogs better. A little more mellow, still excited to see me, and don't bite me. The photo at the bottom is the dogs or as I still call them "puppies" from Colorado.
And that reminds me of this story:
Sunday, April 6, 2014
|(New plant) hope!|
|Dead plant (trans-potted)|
|From my car, Bountiful, UT|
22 For behold, God knowing all things, being from everlasting to everlasting, behold, he sent angels to minister unto the children of men, to make manifest concerning the coming of Christ; and in Christ there should come every good thing. (Moroni 7)