knee deep in weeds

notes on a simple life

Baker is home

I have lived pain, and my life can tell: I only deepen the wound of the world when I neglect to give thanks the heavy perfume of wild roses in early July and the song of crickets on summer humid nights and the rivers that run and the stars that rise and the rain that falls and all the good things that a good God gives. 

~ Ann Voskamp

We bring Baker home and my heart is full of gratitude and joy. He weighs all of six pounds and gives great kisses. His day is full. He naps on the way home in his new kennel and once home he explores the yard, then goes inside and takes another nap. He then eats dinner, goes back outside with Dad, comes in, and takes a nap. He plays a bit inside with his new toys, goes out to potty and then comes in and takes another nap. He comes when we call (but we know that is just a fluke), We are both smitten. 

The great pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him and not only will he not scold you, but he will make a fool of himself too.
— Samuel Butler

I think a lot about Basil, and how he turned me into a dog person. I thank him for that, for dogs are just about perfect I think. 


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