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.
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.
how was your week?
the rest of mine is just a memory,