How often have you thought happiness and peace comes with the accomplishments of worldly goals?
How often do we attempt to do the things we aren’t created for?
Vern looked out the window of the truck, ready to hit the road. After a week of living in the basement of my daughter’s house, it was time to go home. Given all the comings and goings of little children and adults, Vern seemed happy to get back to his homestead where he could experienceContinue reading “Vern’s Peace of Mind”
Carl has literally been kicked off his precious couch. All week, Eli, our grandson, has been staying with us which means Carl doesn’t get first bids on the place he calls his. But that isn’t the only thing that has had to change. All of us, including Carl have had to change our perspective. EliContinue reading “Life From a Different Perspective”
This time I had to defend Carl in the incident that occurred in the depths of the night. I had an idea by Bee’s behavior that there would be an episode but I was just too tired to get out of bed to deal with it. I wish I had at least tried to stopContinue reading “On Hands and Knees”
I am not sure how Carl is feeling about being back under our roof. For the first two days upon returning from a house full of children, he seemed depressed. He basically laid on the couch and slept for the majority of the time. After several days, he now seems to be more content aboutContinue reading “Overcoming our Feelings”
I have to make a confession. Neither Carl nor I like the night time. I don’t like driving in the dark and you won’t see Carl or I walking after the sun has set. But if there was to be an exception, it would have to be during the Christmas season when many have theirContinue reading “Front Row Seat”
Every once in a while when I have the flash light in my hand, I get tempted to put the lazar function on and trace it over the floor. It only takes a minute until Carl spots the light and begins to hunt it down. He usually gets very excited and will slip and slideContinue reading “An Allusive Light”
Carl loves a good walk. Because his snout is a little longer than most French Bull Dogs, he can tolerate an extended walk in both the heat and the cold. But as much as he loves to walk, when he is close to home, he picks up his pace and is clearly happy to walkContinue reading “No Comfy Beds”
Poor Carl. He was barred from his bed and once again had to sleep on the couch. Bee, stood in the doorway and made it crystal clear that he was not going to enter. So instead of experiencing the abuse of the Frenchie, he turned and walked down the darkened hallway to sleep alone. IContinue reading “The Gift of Friendships”