Sadie and Bernice, being Arizona dogs, are mystified by snow. It’s fun to watch them trying to figure out what that white stuff is–has the sky broken? Did the clouds shatter into soft, glistening shards? What’s up and why is it coming down?
Dog thoughts. Sadie actually thinks of little, I suspect, beyond food and grabbing every opportunity to kiss people. She has the sweet, trusting nature of an innocent saint. The Yorkie, Bernice, likes to investigate everything–she’s a hall monitor at heart, and something of a tattletale. If the cats tussle, she referrees, and usually ‘flats’ one of them. Cha Cha and Jitterbug think Bernice is their mother, and endure the flatting with equanimity.
I have the head cold from hell today, and will probably go right back to bed after journaling and devotional reading, but I feel blessed anyway. If you’re going to have a cold, the Triple L is a mighty fine place for it.
Special greetings to my good friend, Vicki. Hang in there, kiddo. Lots of people are praying for you, and the Big Guy is definitely in the loop.
