Need a smile today? I’ve pulled out one of my all time favorite, smile-inducing posts.
Really and truly. I love this one.
(I wrote this back when I still didn’t know what that mysterious shutter speed button thingy did so the pictures are a wee bit blurry.)
Archives For Snowy
Okay. So I thought I would be fine.
I thought that I could read through this archived account of Snowy’s last day with just a fond smile and a small tear or two. After all, I have Summer lying here beside me in the chair and she has brought me such great joy and comfort over this past year.
So here’s the deal.
I spent the first five years of my life having babies. Lots of babies. Fourteen of them, as a matter of fact.
And the way I figure it? Giving birth to fourteen babies should automatically qualify a woman for automatic retirement.
And so I retired.
Today’s post is a favorite (rewritten and improved) classic from the archives.
Yesterday as I was gathering some things to take to a consignment store, I came across some of Sarah’s special dresses–those little velvet, swishy dresses she wore when she was still young enough to be called a little girl.
When Snowy died in August, we had our own little burial service for him; however, Steve, Sarah and I wanted to wait for Nathan to get home to actually install his little grave stone.
And so Monday afternoon, right before Nathan and Meagan left to fly back to Florida, we did our little family ceremony. (And many thanks to our wonderful daughter-in-law for taking the pictures.)
Roanoke Island is a perfect paradise for DAWGS because they are taken around everywhere with their owners and are highly respected members of the Roanoke Island huntin’ and fishin’ society.
And just in case you might be wondering exactly what a DAWG is, it is a canine that loves to ride in the back of a pick up truck, whether it’s 106 degrees out or 20 degrees. Neither wild temperature variations or rain or snow seem to bother him because he is just so very, very happy to be out and about with his owner, perusing the town and feeling the wind blow through his furriness.
Last weekend we were without power for a few hours, due to the storm.
Sarah got up Sunday all ready to do her morning devotions like she usually does; however, she found the task a bit more challenging without a light switch to flip.
With the sound of screaming wind and pounding rain all around her, she grabbed a flashlight and pointed it at the page in the Bible that she wanted to read. When she looked down, she discovered that she (and the light and the Bible) had created a perfect heart.
I keep hearing all sorts of stories about how wonderful Snowy (my Predecessor) was. He was outgoing, he was funny, he was full of spirit, he was cute . . . yadda, yadda, yadda.
Can’t a girl get a little break from all those Snowy Stories? I mean, really?