She's owned by a Navajo family down the street, and their other dogs don't like her much; they beat her up when they can.
So she comes here.
There's a history, and what meaning there is to Christmas, maybe it starts with this.
A puppy caught up in the fence,
and when I set her free,
I received my recompense:
she crapped all over me.
She ran back home a-crying,
But this was not the end,
and there’s no denying
That I have made a friend.
In the morn she’ll patient, sit
outside the garden gate
to see how much food I fit
upon her breakfast-plate.
Perhaps this is the Yuletide essence:
a gracious, small and friendly presence.
Music from Jars of Clay, with Love Came Down At Christmas.
Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.
Friends are everything. I couldn't have done it.
Below are my recent releases on Kindle -please excuse their presence in the body of the blog. I haven't the energy to get them up as 'buttons' in the sidebar. You can click on the covers to go to the Amazon links.