Smokers was a rescue dog. His owners had a baby girl and at the age of 2 they put her out on the grass to walk. He kept knocking her down because he wanted her to throw his ball. We each drove 60 miles to meet up. The man was in tears having had him Read more about #158…Thank you Lord For My Dog[…]
It is so difficult to put brokeness on paper, to express one’s thoughts amidst today’s changing times, to survive a lineage of people seeking their own answers and never finding peace and happiness. To be brought into a world where I was not wanted. I have to believe God looked down on me and said, Read more about #87…Dogs…Surviving in a Dysfunctional World[…]
