Sunday, March 05, 2006
“There is a time for everything;
And a season for every activity under heaven.”
Thus wrote Solomon, the wisest man to ever live.
And so it is here, in the house where “Pretty” the Dalmatian has allowed us to live with her lo these many years.
She came to realize that Memaw and I are “seasoned” citizens now and as the time rapidly approaches when we will no longer work at full time jobs but instead travel between the different areas of the country where our children and grandchildren live, she decided it would be best if she were to move on, and in so doing bless the lives of a five year little old boy, his mom and dad.
Before she adopted us she had lived chained to a post day and night, sad and mostly alone.
She was companion and protector to us and she guarded our grandchildren and played with them until she was exhausted.
Solomon also wrote: “There is a time to laugh and a time to cry.”
Sometimes it’s hard to know just what time it is.
Shalom Y’all,
Poppy
And a season for every activity under heaven.”
Thus wrote Solomon, the wisest man to ever live.
And so it is here, in the house where “Pretty” the Dalmatian has allowed us to live with her lo these many years.
She came to realize that Memaw and I are “seasoned” citizens now and as the time rapidly approaches when we will no longer work at full time jobs but instead travel between the different areas of the country where our children and grandchildren live, she decided it would be best if she were to move on, and in so doing bless the lives of a five year little old boy, his mom and dad.
Before she adopted us she had lived chained to a post day and night, sad and mostly alone.
She was companion and protector to us and she guarded our grandchildren and played with them until she was exhausted.
Solomon also wrote: “There is a time to laugh and a time to cry.”
Sometimes it’s hard to know just what time it is.
Shalom Y’all,
Poppy
